You’re still the most beautiful lady I know.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom
You’re still the most beautiful lady I know.
Category: Tricia Chatter
A Visual Hodgepodge of My Here, There, and Everywhere.
Soundtrack of My Life: The Early Years
My father used to sing this song to me when I was a wee nugget as he played his guitar. This explains everything. Magical stuff. Cartoons were so much better then. So was the acid, apparently.
I’ve Been Busy
One of the reasons I moved to Florida was to take a break from production and pursue my first love and obsession, photography. I will continue photographing in Seattle, of course, but I will miss all of the people I’ve had the opportunity to photograph. There’s something very special in documenting a moment in someone’s life, freezing them in time. It’s a huge responsibility and I treasure the fact that so many people have trusted me with their memories.
I’ve had the opportunity to photograph some really wonderful people over the last year and a half.
Here are some of the people I’ve had the pleasure of photographing recently before my move to Seattle. Visit my company facebook page for more eye candy.
Enjoy! http://www.facebook.com/chattergoldstudios
Be Patient, Be Still, Be Safe, Boston. (Photo Credit: The Illuminator)
Many emotions run through me as I watch what happens in Boston. Anyone who was in New York during 9/11 is more than likely, having flashbacks.
The fear, the anxiety, the sadness… and the stillness. The stillness of waiting to see who, what, where, and when you can leave your apartment safely. When will this end? When will we not have to worry?
And now Day 2 is upon us. I remember how confusing everything was the day after 9/11…still processing what had happened and where we were going from there as smoke flew by my window from the twin towers. Day 2 was a lot to process and what changed me. All one can do is be patient, be still…and be safe, Boston. Stop watching the news. A brighter day is on the horizon.
Somebody That I Used to Know
Someone I knew thirteen years ago, during my spell in the east village, just got in contact to tell me that she still has the photo I took of her on her wall… and that everyone that walks into her apt, compliments it.
It’s moments like these that I’m reminded how much I love photography and love recording peoples’ lives and moments.
Thanks, Ang!
The Meaning of Life
The Rebel House in Boca is Open for Easter Sunday Brunch- Hallelujah!
My favorite restaurant in Boca, The Rebel House, will be serving brunch this Sunday for the first time with a menu they are calling “Wake and Bake” brunch. Appropriate on so many levels for South Florida .
We’re all quite familiar with the deliciousness of their “OG Receipe Fried Chicken & Biscuits”- and I’m particularly fond of their fois gras, Berkshire Pork and Green Chive dumplings, Duck, Pork Belly appetizer, and steak. Now I’m intrigued by the potential of this brunch with items like:
“The Wake and Bake Loco Moto”-grilled burger, fried farm egg, grits, truffle teriyaki emulsion and crispy kale.
“The Pork Belly Benedict” -poached farm eggs, bacon braised kale, griddled biscuit, chipolte hollandaise, and pickled pepper salad.
Short Rib Gruyere Frittata– forest mushrooms, leeks, smoked tomato catsup, and arugla salad.
Of course they have shrimp and grits, steak and eggs, and healthy options like egg white scramble as well as fruit on yogurt for the “safe eaters” in your party. Then again, everything I’ve ever eaten there is delicious so every choice is safe.
Make reservations if you can right now. I live about one hundred feet away from the restaurant and can assure you they will be completely booked if not already. They always are.
And do yourself a favor… plan out what you want to eat ahead of time. It will take a while to decide because you’ll want to try everything. I know I will.
You can find their downloadable menu on their facebook page.
297 E Palmetto Park Rd Boca Raton, FL 33432 (561) 353-5888
Books or Nooks?
As I got my usual mani-pedi the other day, I was juxtaposed between two elderly ladies a la typical Boca Raton fashion. They were discussing their brand new Nooks. One had internet access and one did not. Apparently they’re coming out with an HD version, too; did you know that? As they compared who had the better Nook, I couldn’t help but be amused that I was the younger one and I’m pro book, not Nook.
I love technology just as much as the next girl, but there’s nothing like the smell, the feel, and beauty of a book. I cuddle up with one, two, maybe five books and a cup of coffee and begin the adventure of deciding who gets read first. Someones I just want to disconnect with the outside world and technology altogether. Books still provide that escape for me, something a Nook does not.
In fact, there are many ways a Nook does not satisfy what a book does:
A Nook… doesn’t have a gorgeous cover with carefully designed imagery and font. Half of the reason I buy books is for the design. It’s portable art.
A Nook doesn’t let you flip between many pages at once to reference what happened earlier in a story. It’s faster with a book.
A Nook doesn’t have that smell… whether new or old, books have a certain scent, a glorious one. Like fine wine, it gets better with age. And when you walk into a place with many of them, particularly an old library, the scent is heavenly.
A Nook would never survive the hostile environment of my purse. Cameras have died untimely deaths in there. Makeup compacts disintegrate. Lipsticks and lip gloss come apart. Gum moulds itself into unrecognizable shapes. Books always survive.
Nooks can’t be signed by the author. That’s a huge fail for me.
You can’t have exchange parties with Nooks. Once a month, on Sundays in New York, I’d have a book exchange party with my girlfriends. We would take advantage of this time to catch up with some wine, talk about our lives, and talk about our books.
A Nook doesn’t reveal who someone is, their book collection does. When I first meet someone, the first thing I do when I visit their home is check out their book collection. When I first met my husband, his book collection confirmed he was the type of person I could spend more time with. Books on spirituality, martial arts, and cooking? Exactly my type. I would never of known that with a Nook!
Now don’t get me wrong. Nooks and e-readers have their place. I think they’re a much cheaper, environmentally friendly and efficient replacement for textbooks in schools and universities. It just makes sense. However, when it comes to reading for enjoyment, I want the solitude of a book… and not technology.
Today’s Epiphany
I recently told a friend that I was moving to Seattle in May. She immediately told me “You have to see this video then. It’s about Portland, but really it’s the same as Seattle.”
“PORTLANDIA” INTRO TO VIDEO
“Do you remember the nineties?”
“Yeah.”
“You know… people were talking about getting piercings and tribal tattoos.”
“Yeah.”
“People were singing about saving the planet, forming bands.”
“Yeah.”
“There’s a place where that exists and still has a reality. And I’ve been there.”
“Where is it?”
“Portland.”
“Portland?!”
“Yeah.”
She was right. I think I saw each and every person in this video on my last visit to… Seattle. The dream of the 90’s is still alive in Seattle AND now in Portland.
Which…in turn, means, that the hipsters in Portland (and Williamsburg, Brooklyn) actually began in Seattle. Epiphany had, mystery solved. Good thing I kept my flannel.
Girls, Girls, Girls
The first time I tried to watch “Girls,” I made it through all of five minutes. The second time I tried to watch it, I made it through ten. It’s a show full of whiny train-wrecks. Why would I keep watching this? I kept asking myself “Was I really that neurotic in my twenties?” and “Why is Lena Dunham getting so many accolades for this?”
And then I thought of Claire Danes in “My So Called Life” and how much I hated that show, too. That show won a Golden Globe. Do you have to be whiny to win awards? Seems so. Woody Allen made an entire career out it it. Then again, I’m not in love with his movies, either (I know-TRAVESTY! How can I call myself a New Yorker???)
No, I definitely wasn’t that whiny in my twenties. I was too busy to be whiny or as self indulgent as the characters portrayed in “Girls.” Most of my friends were too busy to be whiny. Our parents were of the “If you want something, get a job and pay for it yourself” mentality. I’d been working and paying bills since I was fifteen. I grew up in the 90’s, Generation X. We had a few whiners, but not nearly to the extent happening in this show…or supposedly in this generation. We worked hard, some of us slacked hard, but we had fun and we paid our own bills, little by little by taking any job we could get. No one was too good to wait tables or bartend while they pursued their dreams. For God’s sake, we had the movie “Singles”. Not as whiny, but whiny enough.
(my artist friends and I, circa 1997, before our three woman photography show. All Rights Reserved)
Fast forward to the twenty-somethings of today. I work in broadcast production and visual effects with many talented, driven twentysomethings or “hipsters,” as some call themselves. This show definitely does all of them a great disservice. Yes, they live in Williamsburg, Bushwick and Greenpoint. They work as hard as I did and they play as hard as I did…if not harder. Some are self indulgent and whiny for a second but they don’t last or they learn to get over themselves quickly. I’d prefer to see an HBO series about THEIR lives and how they’re coping with working seventy to ninety hour weeks and managing their sanity-which they seem to do. Some of them work free internships by day and bartend or work other jobs at night. To me, that story is more realistic…and more impressive than what I’ve seen on “Girls.”
Just stop the whining… and while you’re at it, the gratuitous self deprecating sex. But that’s another post… after I force myself to make it through a few more episodes.
Tricia Chatter 
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