August Auteurs

So working in the Financial District of Manhattan has certain perks...

Lots of surly looking business men in suits(BMS).
Tourists posing with and giggling at the bull's balls.
A plethora of fast service delis that are open past 6pm to cater to aforementioned BMS.
The sad yet smile inducing panda.
An occasional BMS napping haphazardly in a random patch of grass.

This however, is not one of those perks.

From late July to August, the area is invaded by children following around hipsters that take summer jobs mentoring them for the New York Film Academy. The kids wander around with tripods, light meters and cameras while the chaperones stand there with a cigarette, sweating in their skinny jeans and black NYFA prescribed t-shirts. They like to set up on sidewalks, especially corners, that are generally best used for walking.

Can't they film in one of the districts many public, open spaces where there is plenty of room to avoid them?

And plus, you just know that these kids are all full of themselves, sure they're going to become the next Roman Polanski, Sofia Coppola or Steven Spielberg.

Or maybe even a more enriching career in front of the camera.

Not to be a grumpy-gus, but why didn't these kids want to get out of the city for summer? Instead, they schlup around all of this equipment, getting in my way, filming next to ever-present smelly trash bags that are already cluttering sidewalks and alley ways I use as a shortcut to the BMS delis?

I blame the hipsters chaperones.