For the month of October, Lincoln Center was home.
The New York Film Festival is a huge launching pad for many Oscar contending films and from 2014-2016, that festival was my obsession. I remember the hours on end staring at a computers screen in a virtual waiting line trying to get that hot ticket that you pray won’t by on standby. I remember the countless train rides to NYC to get to Lincoln Center and all the dinners afterwards with my dad discussing the movies we just saw. Those Octobers for three years are all there in this one photo.
After one movie years ago, my dad and waltzed around the Lincoln Center to the their amazing fountain, which truth be told is one of my favorite spots in NYC. While during the day it is gorgeous, it becomes immaculate at night. I got lost in the bursting water and my dad took a picture and there’s no photo I love more in this world.
When I see this photo, I feel everything. The hectic chaos, the elation, the disappointment that the New York Film Festival brings.
It makes me miss not being able to have those types of Octobers anymore as I’m now out here, but I can use this photo to bring me back to the New York nights at Lincoln Center that I will never forget.
Dirty Water 
Hi Brendan,
I believe you topic memoir is something everyone can relate to. It hits that emotion of the simpler times we long for. I look forward to see how you will expand on the memory. I also think it would be interesting if you expand on how you see your Octobers in California and how much they differ from back home.
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To take off a bit on Nina’s idea: It is now October here in California (as it is in NYC too!) And this October you are here (at Chapman), but this photo transports your there to relive the magical memories of Lincoln Center, midtown Manhattan, your time with dad at the film festivals, etc. (And by the way, remember to mention that you are a film student here at Chapman!)
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