Josh Marten is a 20-year-old human of the creative variety. He lives in New York City, where he studies film at NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts. He is happiest when he’s creating and/or being unusual. The two often go hand-in-hand. He divides his concern among photography, cinematography, fashion, retouching, and painting. He can neither paint chiaroscuro, nor spell the word the first time around. He enjoys an appropriately-placed semicolon, an Oxford comma, and a good steak taco.
His first word was “Dede.” It wasn’t really a word, in the strict sense of the word “word.” He took his first photograph with his mom’s Nikon as a small child. He didn’t snap anything worth a damn until he was 14. When he was 17, he worked on the set of a music video, and it was the best experience of his young life. When he was 18, he went to business school and felt his soul withering away. When he was 19, he transferred to film school. He has not used calculus since.
He has, quite potentially, too many aspirations. He maintains a long bucket list, which includes such items as conducting Anton Bruckner’s Symphony no. 9, shaking hands with a gorilla, Yoko-ing a band, and attending the Oscars in a pair of Louboutins: red soles on red carpet. His dream outfit includes a floor-length mink coat and a solid gold crown. Most of his recent work has been in the realm of fashion/beauty retouching, which he enjoys to an almost unnatural degree.