The Steely's Take Manhattan: Dancing On The Edge

Day Two

Friday morning at around 9 AM I pulled myself out of bed. I say pulled because it took all of my mental and emotional strength to get my feet underneath me. You see, when I heard that New York was the city that never slept, I thought it meant that stores stayed open late and the clubs were hopping. I didn't know that I would find myself in the middle of a never-ending throng of people at 2 AM, completely unable to tell the difference between night and day. 

From the Top Floor

Our hotel room overlooked the lights of Times Square (from the 33rd floor), so the draw was irresistible. Heather, Jubie, and I weren't asleep until 3 AM. By the time I finally convinced Heather to take a trip on the subway for some Italian food in Little Italy...we barely had enough time to get there and back for a repeat of the preparations from the day before (When we got lost in Chinatown we nearly panicked).

But we got home in time to rush Jubie, Dad, and Danny out the door and into their waiting limousine while mom (who had come on a later flight), Heather, and myself tried to flag a taxi for the Tribeca theater. After some stress and irritation we finally arrived...only to find out that none of what was supposed to be happening was actually happening. Our red carpet was late (literally, the carpet and backdrops were not there in time). So I tried to make do by snapping candid photos left and right.

The cinema chosen to show Dancing On The Edge

Once I got inside I was struck with horror. The horror of a barely functional newbie photographer who has just realized that the lighting and set she has been given to work with are so atrocious that she may surely perish. Here is a sampling of my desperate attempt to figure out a way to make it look good...

As you can see, Heather is a master of making herself look good. And I am a master of making people look demonic.

But while we waited for the equipment to arrive, I snapped these...

Then I stumbled upon my family members chatting with John Savage (all his films, relatives, and fame aside...the dude lived with Nelson Mandela for 6 years fighting apartheid! AAAAAH!). He had approached Jubilee to tell her how stunning she was and they got into a lengthy, beneficial conversation that ended with Mr. Savage trading numbers with dad in the hopes that he could be involved in a future project of Danny's.

This is Jubie having no clue that she is a mere one degree of separation away from NELSON FREAKING MANDELA. o_0

This is Jubie outshining John Savage because the photographer was biased.

This is dad cluing me in on how awesome we didn't know this was...

John taking dad's number, dad prepping for a water fight.

Yeah...we get it, I'm biased.

Of course, there were many beautiful people in attendance, all of which I could have done more justice to had I the equipment arrived before dark...and a rainstorm.

Nicole, talented and beautiful.

I couldn't stop taking pictures of Victoria MacKenzie...the woman is just striking.

I caught Emily by surprise...and she still looks unbelievable.

Seriously?! Why can't I translate in photos like this?!

The attendees prior to the screening.

I think someday they might make a movie about him...

And she would be the comic relief...;)

Danny upon the announcement of his award.

The cast after the screening.

Nicole and Victor

Dad, Jubie, and Victor

Dad, Danny, and Jubilee

Dad and Danny

Sadly, after our showing we were unable to get to the red carpet as another group of festival goers and filmmakers had arrived. So everyone who hoped that I would take awesome pictures of them was disappointed (thank heavens...the lighting was going to kill me anyway). My one consolation is that I wasn't drafted to follow the festival, or even the other people involved in DOTE. I was sent off to NYC to follow Daniel Steely's journey. And that is exactly what I did...sort of. ;)
So there you have it. The end of evening two. And just you wait 'til I write about Koreatown. o_0