Yup, the Small Giant team finally has it's own instagram feed
We closed out Lugers, as always.
We love doing tabletop, and this setup worked out *great*. Having your own studio *does* have its perks - more time to test, dial in, and explore!
This is Mugsy. Just 30mins ago, after he got his diagnosis.
We have loved him and taken care of him for 10+ years.
Today we had an unforgettable morning where we rejoiced for the present, but cried for the future.
No, we're not losing him this week.
This seemingly half human dog of wonder has more snaggle tooths to give.
But our time with him is now on a clock - maybe 6 months?
Time to give this pup all the yogurt and strawberries he wants.
Mugsy - we love you bud.
You helped us get married, and have given us more laughs than we ever dreamed possible
Last night was amazing. Saying goodbye to the Captain, surrounded by friends, surrounded by a sea of fans, surrounded by the love of eternal Mets baseball.
We may suck, but man the fans rock.
There wasn't a dry eye in the house.
David Wright is the epitome of class - winning or losing he always bled Orange and Blue. He also added a level of dignity to the uniform that will far outlast his playing time.
Last night, and seeing him belt a home run in the 2015 World Series, are two nights I'll cherish.
We love using @lighttools eggcrates on @chimeralighting Octas!
The lighttools team are super nice and helpful, and we're super proud to use their products.
It's a small biz, and these relationships are what make it fun.
Looking back on one of my fave moments this summer.
Waiting for Maria Bamford to step on the stage!! Oh yeah.
Pearly hooked this up.
Working in production lands you in the oddest places.
Hey Garment District!
You gotta a headless male torso?
Rooftop show in downtown NYC? Check
Ziggy Marley? Check
Good company? Check
All boxes ticked for an *awesome* night out.
The view from Milk Studios.
Nothing beats a scout that pulls you out of a summer shower.
The quiet after the storm.
We just had an amazing interstellar shoot in our studio that was *ridiculously* fun.
Always sad to break down a great set.
On to the next one
Early morning prelight.
Prepping for talent.
The fall season has started.
Another *amazing* show has roused me from my socials slumber!
Ummm yeah front row at The Breeders in Prospect Park?? And getting to hang with fellow *mega* fan Eric?? Pretty much a *perfect* show this weekend!
Great friends, awesome music, and an unreal live show.
What better way to close out the Celebrate Brooklyn Season???!!! Happy Summer all!
I've been taking a break from the social a bit, but when you go see Gary Clark Jr you kinda have to post right?
This dude *blew away* the bandshell. Best show all summer at Celebrate Brooklyn! He and his band are *nuts*!!! Solomon, my cousins and I walked out w/ grins ear to ear.
Happpy Summer all!! #garylclarkjrrules
So something amazing happened at the ballgame - I caught a foul ball.
Keep in mind - I go to TONS of games every year and have never been CLOSE.
And tonight - Joey Bats screamed a foul tip behind home plate that kareened into our box seats, bounced off Geoff Hoover's ankle, and plopped into my bag.
I'm like delirously happy btw.
Geoff Hoover invited us to share his box seats @ Citi tonight and Pearls was bugging out.
LOOK AT THAT VIEW!!! #smallgiantnightout
Sometimes it's just good to escape to a show.
Spoon and Grizzly Bear were amazing last night.
Yesterday I got to hang w/ Israel, one of my oldest friends...and who I haven't seen in 20 years.
It was AWESOME.
As a kid, I spent my summers in Spain in a small town in the mountains north of Madrid, with my grandparents. My abuela wanted me to have a full, rich experience each summer so she encouraged me to be social: after introducing me to a second cousin who was approximately my age, I slowly joined a large GROUP of friends who became my companions every vacation for over a decade.
As an adult, it's been an AMAZING experience to reconnect with a number of these incredible friends over the years.
Israel was particularly special - because the truth was trying to integrate seamlessly with 20 other Spaniards (when I was clearly American) was always pretty hard. But several friends including Israel always went out of their way to make me feel included. He invited me to sit in and play drums with his band at their makeshift studio. We played covers of Nirvana. And he helped me feel like I belonged.
Seeing him 20 years later (as he stopped by NYC for a biz trip) all these feelings came rushing back. I'd forgotten how much I'd loved those summers, but I'd also forgotten how real friends like Isreal made such a difference. Walking across the Brookyln Bridge, time literally melted away and it was like we hadn't seen each other in a week. And that's when you know the reconnect is truly special.
To old friends, everywhere
Last night Pearly got 9 stitches.
A chair she sat in accidentally collapsed, and gave her a pretty nasty boo boo on her ankle.
At first she was like "nah, I'm fine...I just wanna go home". Whereas we were ALL like: "you need stitches". After I quickly ran back from the walk-in clinic (closed) she was like "yeah...I guess I should see a doctor?" I felt a strange combination of immense pride and sweet relief (as in "yes your a badass, but thank God you're agreeing to go to the hospital). The ER was (like all ER's I've been to) a very late night affair - we got home at 4AM.
However what made it unique was it's intimacy: seperated only by half-drawn blue curtains, the 20 beds in our ward became a community of flickering, nervous glances as the night's maladies rolled in.
Compared to the levels of suffering that surrounded us, Pearly's boo boo feels like an immense stroke of luck (which the doctors nevertheless tended to with their usual, warm proffesionalism). As we took a cab back at the crack of dawn, I was struck too by how quickly a night can change: one minute your eating a sandwhich, the next you're in the ER.
However, even given that, I can't shake the feeling we're the lucky ones.
I'm sure Pearls would agree - except she's taking a nap right now.
When family visits and you show them Brooklyn's own Flat Iron building.
Gail and Irv are Pearly's uncle and aunt from Portland, and we had a blast giving them a historic tour of the neighborhood.