I met Courtney in 2010, while shooting a cookbook for New York's awesomest bakery, Milk Bar. Immediately I was struck by her nature: at times she's a gal that can crack a mean joke, at times she's ephemeral and introverted and inspiring like Jeanne d'Arc.
As the cookbook progressed I found myself fantasizing about her doing things I like: reading poems I love at loud, reading Herzog in the tub, play a whole scene off L'avventura or being slapped in the face like in you get slapped in classic cinema. She, being Courtney, was game.
This is about things we love, about cinema, and about our fantasies becoming reality for the span of a five minutes shorty.