The orange-clad marchers were shackled together as others held signs protesting torture and waterboarding. They were followed by about a dozen cops on foot and on scooters. What I didn’t understand, however, is why they were here at Lincoln Center.

(Lincoln Center, Manhattan)

At The Counter

We wait for the same roast pork buns my Mom used to love, in a place that hasn’t changed since she first entered thirty years ago.

(Mei Lai Wah, Bayard St, Manhattan)

Man Go For Mango

Jo likes the new Mango store for the clothes, but I like it for the generous man-seating.

(Mango, Broadway & Prince St, Manhattan)

Park City: Special Bonus Photo

OK, I’m back in NYC and so technically it’s cheating to still be posting Park City photos. (Plus, it’s blurry.) But dude…that’s Cheech!

(Asian American Filmmakers Reception, China Panda Restaurant, Park City, UT)

Sad Farewell

Park City has been a total blast and I’m sad to be leaving. I’m so darn grateful to Slamdance for premiering my film. Festival week is known for its celebrity circus, but Heath’s untimely passing is a strong reminder of why most of us are here: we love movies and we are moved by them.

(Treasure Mountain Inn, Park City, UT)

Park City

With all the festival frenzy, it’s easy to forget to look up and realize how frickin’ beautiful this place is.

(Park City, UT)


Between parties and panels and sold-out screenings, it’s impossible to see everything I want to see at Slamdance/Sundance. Fortunately, I got a chance to catch Goliath, which is a pretty terrific movie. Especially if you’re a cat lover. Here kitty kitty kitty kitty…

(Zellner Brothers at the Library Center Theater, Park City, UT)

Slamdance 2008

The main posterboard at Slamdance is a work of art all by itself.

(Treasure Mountain Inn, Park City, UT)



I was pretty anxious about the premiere, but the (sold-out) audience was very warm and generous about the film. I only wish the cast and crew could have been there. Slamdance rocks!

(Treasure Mountain Inn, Park City, UT)

Getting Busy on Main Street

Getting Busy on Main Street

Today was a mix of panels, films, and free food. Main Street is getting busier as more folks arrive for the opening weekend festivities.

Update: about two hours after this photo was taken, this part of Main Street lost power for about twenty minutes. Ouch, filmmakers! Glad I wasn’t screening then.

(Egyptian Theatre, Park City, UT)

Into Thin Air

Into Thin Air

I’m in Park City, UT to premiere my new short Beijing Haze at the Slamdance Film Festival. It’s my first time in Park City and I’m really excited. As you probably know, Sundance Festival week is legendary for the industry hype, celebrity buzz, and heavy deal-making. Oh, and they also show a few movies as well. Slamdance, now in its fourteenth year, started as an indie answer to Sundance but now has its own formidable reputation as well.

My goals for the week are to have good screenings (like I have any control over that), meet lots of people, and watch a lot of movies. And eat free as often as possible.

Now, New York isn’t exactly a backwater when it comes to industry folk, but sharing a shuttle ride from SLC airport with Stacy Peralta, a Focus Features staffer, and an entertainment lawyer from LA was kind of intimidating. I mean, these people are way higher on the food chain than me. I tried to keep the self-doubt demons in check, but as the van barreled down Route 80, my mind was racing. I’m just a guy from Brooklyn who happens to own a camera. I was lucky enough to get a short into that scruffy festival at the end of Main Street. I’m the smallest of the small-time and everyone knows it. What the heck am I doing here?

But in the van, the vibe is low-key and we talk like we’re all equals (though Stacy has the best stories). For a fleeting moment, I almost feel like I belong here.

It’s not until I get to the Slamdance check-in at the Treasure Mountain Inn that I really start to feel that maybe I do belong here. Sarah greets us with a friendly hug, and she and Paul shower us with swag that’s actually useful, including a great Crumpler laptop bag and much-needed Doc Martens boots. Kodak sponsors a champagne toast for all the Slamdancers, and the week kicks off in the friendliest way.

I feel lightheaded, but that’s only partly due to the thin air.

(Treasure Mountain Inn, Park City, UT)

Two Brothers From Japan

Two Brothers From Japan

There once were two Japanese brothers who dreamed of becoming big and famous in the world of retail. Uniqlo, the older brother, began selling stylish, affordable clothing to young people. He soon became rich and popular. Muji, the younger brother, followed his brother into the business, but added a twist to the elder’s formula by selling goods of all kinds to older people that were plain but also kind of pricey. He too became wealthy and well-known.Uniqlo moved to Soho a few years ago and Muji folowed suit last year. Muji’s neighbor CB2 has a similar story, having recently moved to lower Broadway a few blocks down from her older sister.

(Muji, Broadway & Grand St, Manhattan)


Post 9/11, it’s not uncommon to see NYPD convoys arriving at major tourist destinations around Manhattan in an effort to deter terrorists. I’ve more or less gotten used to the sight, but I wonder what visitors think. It’s kind of scary the first time you see them arrive en masse.

(Bowling Green, Manhattan)


(Tea & Sympathy, Greenwich Av, Manhattan)