Your faithful narrator was recently called in to be memory man at Kim and Puffy’s Twins’ B-Day up at Green Acres Mansion. A good scene to collect moments among some of the city’s most cherubic mega-children. It’s nice to be called in to do the big shooting, but it’s also nice to be called in to be part of the family.
No, baby, that’s Nikki-16, the hottest act since Vanity-6. Can you say Studio 54 Purple Cocaine Rain?
On the job with orange American Apparel’s widely displayed. I was shooting at Trade Tech downtown when I busted my trousers leaping over a guard rail. I was thinking I might ask the fashion students to sew me back in, but the damn things kept ripping further before I could get to the needle. I found a boutique downtown for some new 501′s. Haven’t had 501′s since Jr. High. Felt great. Mike said they were knock offs. I said no. Then I washed them. They shrank like wool. Perils of letting it all hang out to get that perfect shot….
The next biggest thing in lullaby blond nymphets. Brought as porcelain dolls to you by meenophoto and his winning factory.
At the Varela Studio downtown
Sometimes the message is just so wrong! And so good! This is some of my progressive politics at its finest, true dirt and spin, but for the good team. Evil doesn’t have the entire lease on cool…. Un-unionized liquor stores cum supermarkets watch out.
Bindi saw Wicked again this weekend. A friend sent an invitation to a light comedy about addiction later this summer. But the show I’m really waiting for is still batting around in the head of my new Copper Penny friend here. Having taken this picture, I assured her it would be neigh time to get her roll down on paper, cause boy can she spill out that yarn. Baptist minister’s daughter in West Texas is just the start…..
My friend Raquel Allegra does some amazing distressed shirts. They sell at fabulously high prices to distressed adult women. I suggested she try some kids stuff for me to shoot as we were going out to the Island for our yearly all families included jaunt. She really came through, as did my assorted mob of some of the best models I’ve ever worked with. The light, the setting, the emoting, the fit, the pose, the poise, the gesture, the gaze, the gift of privacy glimpsed were all perfect because the moment was perfect and I learned a great deal from that. As a photographer you witness the perfect moment. As a director you conjoin the bustling factors of the universe and of human consciousness to manufacture a space within which that perfect moment can take shape. Master and Voyeur.
There is desire for control, for a new era, for moving into this new time with re-enthused authority. This is a new vision, because the eyes have been scrubbed with a cleansing sand and the beaches have lifted out of their fog. Power given over for want of something to say, to say about the shooting of horses, collapsing the cavalry, and bruising the wits of retreating soldiers, who take to the tide caught masts and the fancied but half-bombed ferris wheel. All this for youths who lose their faces in war.
