Yes, yes, I have worked with Korean filmmaker Young Man Kang but this was still early in his career. We ran into each other on the 4 train one afternoon and he asked me to look at a short script he was writing about language and multi-cultural relationships in NYC. He was much more serious about his subject matter back then. Anyway, I guess my notes were helpful enough and he asked me to DP another short he was actually shooting at the time--what would end up being his film "The Flame of Karma".
So after a long day of filming we were hanging out in the coffee shop with all our equipment and exhausted and he asks me if I have a picture of my daughter. She was just a baby at the time and I must've been talking about her all day. I remember that at the time it felt nice that he was reaching out, trying to get to know me. I felt we were connecting; we worked together really well and now our personal relationship was blossoming too. So I took out my wallet and found the picture and showed him.
"Very beautiful," he said. Next to that picture in my wallet was one of my childhood dog, Dusty. I felt a pang of embarrassment that I would still have a picture of my dog in my wallet though he had died at least 20 years earlier. And so I thought--"what the hell; show him that picture too. Let him get to know the real you." So I did.
"Ummmm," he said, "delicious."
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