new people old people and a much appreciated hoodie
Category: Personal updates
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- thorbjørn + claudia + potential future go-to pub
- cinema village
- final summer fireworks of coney island
- writer, actor, more = brandon
- mr robot at the arcade
- caitlyn at dining table
- pigeon in columbus park
- colleen at tiny cupboard
- josh + dan + me on our way to a good time
- cliff at bossanova (a good time)
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- theater (the cutting room)
- chinatown
- annoyed resident of bushwick close to hart bar
- mr robot (fsociety)
- what i read on the subway
- basoon (joy guidry at joe’s pub)
- what i read inside the fountain at washington square park
- mr robot (its me not elliot and a sweet stranger not elliots father)
- theater (kind of secret but somewhere on the west side)
the only reference pictures you need:
me having the bestest geekiest day
phenomenal tv-show “mr. robot” <3
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Well, I
– Bought a season pass to the comedy club “The Tiny Cupboard” and have gone to 3 shows
– Made 15 posts (16 counting this one) on my blog; a mix of 5 (soon to be 6) new illustrations, creative writing, creative fictional writing, photos taken by me
– Have recorded 54 memos, some of them: sounds from various public places, cafés, subways. Some of them: conversations/interviews on artistic practice, work- or living situation. Some of them: soundbites from cultural experiences like stand-up sets, museums, clubs etc.
– Named all of the above-mentioned memos
– E-mailed 3 theatres requesting a meeting
– E-mailed 2 personal contacts multiple contacts, asking for introduction to theatre related contacts whom I haven’t yet met
– E-mailed other people who I think can help me on my creative endeavors
– Have participated in 2 rehearsals of a solo dance performance as consultant/friend
– Have participated in 2 online masterclasses, observing
– Have had 2 (soon to be 3) personal meetings with my teacher-to-be, discussing the process of the upcoming masterclass and my role in the course
– Have started to develop SoMe-strategy and content for ^ teacher
– Participated in The Moth-event at venue: The Cutting Room
– Participated in weekly work-night at a 150-year old private theater club and discussed future participation in the community
– Participated in booklaunch-event, asked a question in the Q&A and got to have a conversation with my favourite author afterwards
– Went to outdoor concert arranged by St. Ann’s Warehouse on the lawn under The Brooklyn Bridge
– Went to Cooper-Hewitt museum to see “An Atlas of Es Devlin”-exhibition
– Went to the Whitney museum to see the Biennial 2024 “Even Better Than The Real Thing”
– Have read “Such a Fun Age”, “Come and Get It” and started “Just Kids”
– Have bought subscription to The New Yorker and received my first edition
– Went to B&H and bought camera battery charger + shotgun microphone to have everything I need in order to start creating videos
– Went to (to me) iconic locations of where they shot “Mr. Robot” and started re-watching the show again. (Coney Island, Church Avenue Subway Station, E. Broadway)
Not counting:
All the clubs I’ve been to
All the people I’ve met
All the people I’ve seen
All the buildings, birds, abandoned bike locks, cars parked in insane places, smoke ascending from metal grids on sidewalks, full moons, 2-dollar shoes in huge stores, tattoos, the homes I’ve visited, the dogs and cats and more dogs I’ve seen and talked to and touched, the mosaics on subway stations, the reflection of clouds on skyscrapers, grey squirrels, rats, cockroaches, affirmative quotes on mugs, rich people, cool people, poor people, white people, black people, brown people, other people, small people, tall people (few),
Deli-signs,
wifi-passwords (Coldbrew, 12344321 etc.),
trash bins, trash bags, piles of trash bags,
people systematically entering the gate to “my” outdoor-area in front of building, smiling and letting me know that they’re about to check the bins for empty cans and bottles,
Chanel-earrings I wouldn’t be able to tell apart from fake ones but I think they were real based on the determination to get the specific picturesque toast from the cafés website picture,
conversations about perhaps not voting because none of them are acceptable, not even now,
long distance relationships,
queer bars and gentrified safe spaces,
conversations on gentrification,
subwaying by a mural reading “RIP BUSHWICK”
the side of a truck reading “New York is the end of your past and place of rebirth”
$1.50 pizza slices (only cheese topping)
haircuts
total abdominal crunch machine at gym,
suits, skirts, pink hair, breakdancing on subway, the same man playing the saxophone on Canal Street Subway, the same fire hydrant brokenly sprinkling water for weeks and weeks
possible weeks and months
is there an adult present?
are we it?
let’s get cracking, Katinka,
keep up the good work, Katinka,
yes it is work, Katinka.
You live here now
this is not a vacation
you’re here to do something
anything, but definitely not nothing,
you are doing it
and it counts 367 words and all that those words represent
that’s what you’ve been doing, Katinka,
not counting the not counted
Next time you’re feeling down,
impatient
a bit useless and
a bit lost
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Hi.
This is my first The Moth-event;
I moved to New York City a month ago, to involve myself in the world of theatre. Theatre is what I do back home in Copenhagen, Denmark, where I’m from.
The story I’m going to tell you guys tonight is about a performance I directed, called “Rejected (full stop)”.
Actually, it was called “Afslag.”, but for the purpose of you lot, it was called “Rejected.”
On January 22nd, 2023, I was sat at the box office of the historical landmark in the center of the city that I worked at at the time. My screen lit up, and I saw that the e-mail from the Danish National School of Performance Arts had finally arrived.
I had a bad feeling.
This was a few days after Miley Cyrus had released “Flowers”, so I waited until I was off from work, went outside and found the nearest flower stand. I figured – if this is the bad kind of e-mail, I’ll buy myself a bouqet and somehow feel better.
I opened the e-mail, and yes, correct, the we-regret-to-inform-you-email had arrived into my life FOR THE 12TH TIME.
I bought lilies, cried a lot and got way too drunk, all according to plan.
I kept the flowers and later dried them in an atlas, somehow knowing they would come to mean something, anything, at some point. 5 months later I would open the book, dust them off and put them in the performance.
But before that happened, a few days after the fatal e-mail, I reached out to the professor of Stage Direction, asking for feedback.
He said, of course, Katinka.
We had a pretty good relationship at this time, because this was not the first feedback-session I was about to have with him.
A few days later I showed up at his office. I asked if I could please record the conversation, so I could focus on listening instead of taking notes.
He said yes.
I kept the memo, didn’t listen to it – I couldn’t bare it – and within the next couple of days, an idea slowly began to form in the back of my mind.
There is a venue in Copenhagen called Basement.
It’s dark, grimy, has concrete walls, is used for raves and underground concerts – and surprisingly, a lot of wrestling – and I knew that the rawness of this dungeon would be able to curate a certain atmosphere that occupied my mind.
And then I realized – not only my mind.
I happened to know quite a lot of people who had also suffered bad e-mails from that particular school. People who were also lowkey hating The Institution and wishing there was another way to make a living as an artist other than getting the paper from the goddamn only (!) official school in the country.
I knew these people because they were basically all of my friends.
And so, on June 22nd , five months after the e-mail, the doors to Basement opened, and the audience were invited to walk down the steep metal staircase into what we called a “live museum of the different aspects of rejection”:
The grief. The frustration. The hope. The denial, the internalization, the power imbalance.
Seven actors and four choir singers occupied the space in different sections, all exploring different aspects of rejection, audio pieces played from the bathroom, collages of rejection letters were glued to the walls, and on another wall was a projection of video footage from my drunk January night of e-mail opening, a shadow in front of the projection; a shadow cast by a bouquet of dried lilies dangling from the ceiling.
The audience were free to explore as they pleased – going by one actor after another, rejecting them as they left them to go on to the next one.
Another actor targeting people who he had previously delegated gold stars to, based on the level of power in those people’s occupations, the actor asking them to rank the best and worst performances of the night.
And there, in the middle of the literal basement of misery, was a white, cloudy tent of calmness. Audiences would walk into the sanctuary, away from all the self destruction and anarchist rage going on outside, and they would sit on the floor by an audio piece.
They would put on the headphones.
And they would listen to a recording of the professor telling me why my application had just-not-been-good-enough.
As the performance ended, I followed the audience back up the stairs into the small courtyard that was bathed in the sun of the summer evening.
And I stretched out my arm and poked a man on his shoulder.
The professor turned around and looked at me.
And he told me,
that he loved the performance.
All this time I’d searched for a way to truly believe that I might not need The Institution.
That I might not need The Paper.
I’m not sure what did it; The representative of The Institution, or the fact that I had spent five months with beloved friends and created something truly special.
But the following fall,
for the first time in 8 years,
I did not re-apply.
Thank you.Duration: 5:25
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top right – bottom left
- at booklaunch
- at nowadays (morning)
- at movienight
- at nowadays (night)
- at happy hour at amenity housing
- at livingroom/office
- at rehearsal studio
- at kitchen
same but different order
<3
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august 12th
15.33
Hala, Bushwick
table by window
I guess I booked a free haircut through salonapprentice.com
because I could
not necessarily
because I’m certain I want a haircut
but I think,
certain enough
I know that
4 months in NYC won’t make my hair grow back much faster than
1 week in NYC
but still I thought I should do it in the beginning of the tripEither to make it grow as much back as possible
Or to help me embrace
the spontaneity?
Adventure?
Nyc-vibe?
Independence?Or just to get it over with
so I don’t have time to overthink itEither way
3:30 in Chelsea tomorrow
So long, farewell, long hair, you were fair,
now you might turn cool
less long
“center part” is “midterskilning”If I hate it
I can find another free appointment
and dye it
to divert attention from the cut
See? I’ve thought it all through <3 <3 <3 <3
