Watch the first fifteen seconds of the video for Rihanna’s song “what’s my name?” (featuring Drake), and you will see an expert bit of visual storytelling. Immediately, place is set: New York City. Inside ten seconds the rest of story is established. Drake is in a “bodega,” or corner store, when he sees Rihanna enter. With some quick cutting the tension of sexual attraction is set up. The rest of the video unfolds from there:
The interesting thing about this video is that it is set in New York but neither Drake nor Rihanna is a native New Yorker. Rihanna is from Barbados, and Drake is from Canada, but their affair (on the screen, at least) is a New York story: hot, immediate, and fun. That passion is what makes New York a great city. It is the new New Yorkers that give the city its vibrancy, its creativity, and its effervescent type of unexpected beauty.
On a technical note, I would wager that this video was made using a Digital SLR that takes hi-def video. See the shallow depth of field slip in and out of focus when the subjects move?
To see what I mean, watch the video with the sound off the first time. The second time, listen to it with the sound cranked.
A confession: I am an unrepentant politics-watcher. When I was assigned to cover the midterm elections at the beginning of November, I was terribly excited. There is no better people watching than politics, and there’s probably no better political people watching than in Harlem, New York.
I’ve been a fascinated by politics since a young age. I love watching the drama of campaigns, both in front of the cameras and behind the scenes. In politics I find three things that turn me on; charismatic figures (heroes and villains), argument over what the world is and should be, and acting-out in public. For me, watching politics is like watching a giant, complicated, messy, human play. I like to look at politics as a sociologist would.
Charles B. Rangel was the king of Harlem, are rare type of politician beyond reproach. Beloved by his constituents, he is a decorated war veteran who served as the Democratic Representative from Harlem for 20 straight terms. Despite looming corruption charges, he sailed to re-election with over 80 percent of the votes in the November mid-term election. Yesterday, the House voted to censure Representative Rangel. This is the first censure since 1983. It is a significant punishment for the powerful politician who founded the Congressional Black Congress and recently chaired the House Ways and Means Committee. Rangel was found to have committed a series of ethics violations, including having improperly filed his income taxes and having solicited campaign donations that put him in a conflict of interest. A censure is the most severe punishment available to the House without ejecting Rangel.
Charlie Rangel is a compelling politician and an easy person to photograph. He is an excellent orator. His comportment is refined. He floats through a room, and appears far younger than his 80 years. He is the consummate powerbroker, a part of the local political structure so entrenched that his re-election was a foregone conclusion. At a Democratic breakfast in Spanish Harlem, it was clear that Charlie Rangel’s power is also dynastic. Flanked by politicians of every level, Rangel comfortably played the king-maker. His blessing and support for lesser candidates seemed to be a prerequisite to their election. Their praise for him was a mix of reverence, fear, and bald-faced sycophancy.
As was made painfully clear by the Ethics Committee, Rep. Rangel is not the untouchable politician he appears to be. His political power may be diminished by the censure, but it is a punishment that lack any real consequences. Rangel punishment was simply to be called before the House to hear a reading of his transgressions. I think Charlie Rangel will survive, as much the dean of Harlem politics as ever.