Given the overt racism and misogyny, the sieg heils, the "are Jews people," anti-immigrant and anti-LGBTQ rhetoric in the media, and most recently, the trumpet for flag-burning protestors to be stripped of their rights, I can't keep my mind away from July 19.
15 years seems an impossibility—for the New York of that time, and the New York before, to be so far in the rearview. It's especially strange when my overwhelming feeling for much of 9/11 was that none of us might survive the day, or the weeks and months to follow.
An excerpt from the piece I'm working on, along with some images from the first night I landed in LA. It was really too appropriate, considering I've got sci-fi dystopia and apocalypse on the brain. "Every American city boasts an official insignia and slogan. Some have municipal mascots, colors, songs, birds, trees, even rocks. But Los Angeles alone has adopted an official nightmare." - Mike Davis, City of Quartz
In one of my Film & Digital Media seminars this spring, a classmate had us do an exercise: She showed us a series of photos of well-known female directors, such as Lynne Ramsay and Sally Potter—women whose movies a group of film students would likely have seen and admired, some of whose work I count among my favorites. With the exceptions of Jane Campion and Kathryn Bigelow, most of us weren't able to identify a single one by sight. And if we couldn't, who could?