The road out to Vegas, and the general hubbub of a week in NYC with Soleil and the whole collected clan of kids and an earthquake and hurricane and an Escape From New York to the Coast and all that ending with a dive back into double booked days of shooting US Congrassmen and other men dancing in Speedo’s and now those couple days in, in to the mix, feels like a maelstrom’d weeks’ worth and we’ve got straight ahead of us two straight days of shooting in Vegas that will feel a week more as the nights go by into dawn on Vegas time, a perfect place to shoot through nights, work-days ending not with the coming of the sun but instead the bouncer’s hard hand and generally to be hustled out by the coming of fresh gamblers and a day’s new host of Chance junkies while we’re lost to the allure of glossy moments caught and registered in the name of Pop Music and all it’s quick enjoyed glories with young brown men crooning in staccato poems to the winsome ‘models’ of Vegas as that host refer to themselves with their golden cleavage advanced first and the whole night like some expedition through a Vodka ad – though I haven’t read the treatment, but have shot in Vegas before, hoping always that instead it was a story of pterodactyls and clawed lizards slopping through ankle thick blood and plush carpeting in a pre-corporate magic land of constant night and transplanted Italians, free drinks and cheap steaks.

This guy’s great to shoot. He has two faces in one. Handsomely grueling and very gentlemanly on the other side. Wild to watch him twist it back and forth for you. The inside of the CD packaging is all my shots as well. Close ones that really give you the meat of that face.

Soleil had a really swank, star-studded launch party for her book, Happy Chaos. And I got to take the pictures.

Queen of All Media…..

Wonderful and spooky. The power of Soleil and Target. The hold over American Mothers. Enchantment. Stare into the red BULLSEYE.

She sommons all her inner Tolstoy as she gets her lashes on just a few hours after we finally got in last night. To watch Soleil turn on her light is one of the miracles that all novitiates should make pilgrimage to in their lives.

Thread count is seducing. But I won’t fall for it. I’ll remain as comfortable beneath an oil cloth blanket stinking of insecticide on the floor of a Delhi hovel with no windows. Or perhaps I’ll enjoy the entire panoply that is bedding in it’s extremes…..That’s always been the life’s concours, hasn’t it?