Assignment5 first draft

Settings:

-MoMa.
-NYC Street: around MoMa, Houston St., and Jersey City.
-My House.

Characters:

-Myself




Time:

-Present
-All daylong

Logline:

I try to play a role as Woody Allen from the 70’s. I am sorry.

Plot:

Trying to do my assignment for my class of Media Design I start my day at MoMa, The class and the assignment aren’t easy for me. I need to find Zettl and Barthes’ principles of photography and setting in the photos I will look at.
To help myself in such a task I drink vodka with my breakfast. However, this doesn’t have any effect. I continue drinking along the day. I wander in the city, meet some friends and keep trying to write my essay.
At night I returned to my house. I am drunk; go out again and then I wake up the next morning with someone in my bed who is not Barthes or Zettl.


Scenes:

1) My house: I wake up and prepare myself for the day. I add vodka to my coffee and take some more with me.
2) MoMa outside: I buy more coffee and add the rest of my vodka. I need to relax and open my mind to new perceptions other than number and finance.
3) MoMa: I stat to feel the vodka. See the exhibition, but I am still not able to write the essay. I need to visit the sanitary installation. Before I leave the restroom I comb my hair.
4) Houston Street: It is about 4 pm and I wander around Soho, in the meanwhile, I keep drinking and talking to myself about why I can not see nothing.
5) Back Home: I sit down in front of my computer. My mind is blank. I need to go out for fresh air.
6) Next morning I wake up with someone I don’t know next to me. He is not Barthes or Zettl.

It is Thursday morning. I wake up early because I want to be at MoMa as soon as it is opened, so that I will avoid the crowd. But MoMa is not very crowdy on weekday, otherwise. I feel strange trying to study photos and understanding Barthes’ approach to photography. My rational-organized approach to everything deprives me from seeing anything that is not oblivious. Therefore, I think I need some help to put down my defenses and let myself observe photos from another perspective. Some vodka with my coffee will not hurt anyone. See the Russian, they have been around for hundreds of years and they don’t even drink it with coffee. Just a little bit. It tastes good.

I am at the MoMa on a beautiful day. I don’t see things different, blue is still blue. I may need some extra help. Fortunately, I brought the rest of the vodka, just in case. I have to buy more coffee.

Here I am in the Moma. I start to feel dizzy. I see the exhibition and cannot write a word about Barthes and Zettl. I check the restroom looking for them. Oh, I didn’t comb my hair.

I leave the MoMa. I walk around Soho and have a Martini, well two. I cannot find Barthes and Zettl, but everything seems funny to me. I am in a very good mood except for the shaky sidewalk.

A little bit later I am at home. I sit down in front of my computer. I have the title for the assignment, but nothing else. I should finish the bottle of vodka if not the alcohol will evaporate.
I definitely need some fresh air.

Next morning I wake up with someone next to me. I found something but not Barthes or Zettl.