More You Tell Me

So, I'm lazy. I'm pulling more stuff out of the files. Too drunk to write, but with my one good eye, I can upload photos to a server.



We're sad we're drinking. Colin, the DP and Sherri, the 1st AD at the wrap party.


Mike the Boom Operator and Sarah on the last, or next to last day I was there. We were shooting a scene in which this guy goes through his girlfriend's underwear drawer and she has only "granny panties", proof that the fire has left the relationship. Mike though that his booming would be enhanced by wearing one of said granny panties over his head and headphones. Sarah looks a bit annoyed and has a general "don't fuck with me" look on her face. That, or she's had enough of Mike.


Tanzeel, one of the G&E people was tired after a long day. It is a funny picture, because he looks as if he has no head.





Two pix of Tim, the Gaffer. The first one of Tim with all the flags and stuff was in the really hot apartment where Pedro was sleeping. The second is from when we were in Astoria and we hung some Kinos and teasers from the ceiling




This is the view from Josh, the Writer/Director's apartment. We spent a lot of time there, shooting. I shot this with my crappy little digicam. Pic 1-I hadn't gotten the shutter timing down, not that I have since then, but it was hard to get the timing right and get the flag the way I wanted it. I wish the flag was more unfurled. But I like that the flag in the shadows is pretty straight and neat and the orderliness of the building across the street. In the second photo I like the gradation of light on the brown brick. When my PS skillz are better I may try and combine the two. Or I might do it so I can have "mad PS skillz".


Ruchi during Lunch in Manhattan, Chinatown-ish area.


Sherri Looks Mad!


Sherri Looks REAL MAD.

Not sure why she was looking at me with daggers in her eyes. I think this was the Martini and we just had to actually shoot it and everyone had already started drinking. Chip, the Producer, had brought in Champagne which everyone started to drink and Sherri was anxious to get through the shot before declaring victory. Or something like that. That was a year ago.

You Tell Me

This is a shoot I was on last summer, "You Tell Me". I met a lot of great people. I've stayed in touch with Tricia and Andrea. We sometimes work together and sometimes play together. It was my first sumer in NYC, we were shooting in tiny apartments on the Lower east side and using hot lights, so I spent a lot of time sweating my balls off.


Tricia in her "Butch" T-Shirt. And she wonders why poeple think she's a lesbo.


Tricia has always been "Top of the Heap, A-number one"


My favorite image of Tricia at the wrap party. Tricia's Secret Lust. Tongue-age


Andrea, breakfast in Astoria.


Andrea was Grip/electric and I was Best Boy, so when we were doing exteriors, there wasn't much to do.


There wasn't much to do on the interiors, once we had set everything up.


Key Grip Pedro found time to sleep. This was on a particularly hot August day and the set had a 2K book light and some other tungsten hot lights and it was hot as fuck. Luckily, we made Grip/Electric world in one of the back rooms which was air conditioned!! The rest of the apartment was hot and seriously muggy.


Pedro LOOOOOOVES Pikachu


The crew was hotter than the talent! I LOVE makin' movies. L-R: Sarah- 1st AC, Andrea- G&E Swing, Sherri-1st AD, Jenece- Key Make Up, Christine- Director's Assistant. Great women, beautiful, smart, talented and fun people too. I was writing on someone else's site that I'm all about brunettes. Yes, yes I am.


I'm not sure why, but I really liked Jenece. As we pub crawled around the East Village, she wore these really great Manolo stilettos.

I'll post a few more pix later. Bye for now.

I am Willard

Flushing.

Shit.

I'm still only in Flushing

Everytime I think I'm gonna wake up, back on set.
When I was home after my first feature it was worse.
I'd wake and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a thing to my boss, until I said yes to quitting.

When I was here I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back behind the camera. I'm here a week now, waiting for a gig. Getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room my technique gets weaker and every minute other DP's squat behind a camera, they get stronger.

Each time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter.

Everyone gets everything he wants.

I wanted a gig.

And for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service

It was a real choice gig. And when it was over. I'd never want another.

I was shooting the worst film in the world and I didn't even know it yet.

Sometimes I feel like Martin Sheen's Captain Willard in Apocalypse Now. I'm waiting for my next gig, drinking, hitting mirrors and rolling around in a drunken haze, crying.

Good thing my sheets are crimson.

Celeb spotting

So, Lovi and I are out Tuesday, walking around going gallery hopping. We saw some really great stuff, W. Eugene Smith, VII- an agency of the world's best photojournalists, Nachtway, Kratochvil, Morris, plus others. Really outstanding stuff from Iraq, Bosnia, Afghanistan. We saw some other good stuff too. We ran into Chris' old boss and mentor, Elliot, who was also out and about. New York is a small town. Elliot joined us and we saw Clifford Ross' amazing large fomat prints.

As we were walking around, former Talking Head, David Byrne jogs by. He's wearing his iPod and cruising along, but he's moving a bit slow and tentatively, like he's making sure no one is watching. It was kind of funny. I can't jog more than a about fifty yards before I have to stop. I used to be able to run a mile in 4:28.

A couple of weeks ago, I saw Sting and his wife on the corner of Central Park West, drinking their morning coffee, or chai.

Oddly, Sting and Byrne were wearing a similar black sport jogging/exercise top.

After seeing Sting, a silly short film idea occurred to me:
Ext NY street corner, morning. It's a quiet Sunday morning, Sting and Trudie are out, they've gotten their morning cuppa and are heading to the park for a stroll.

Sting and Trudie are on the corner, Sting takes a sip of coffee and suddenly drops the cup. He makes a horrible face.

Slow motion as the cup crashes on the pavement sending coffee everywhere.

Trudie is sobbing and clawing at stings chest, slowly falling to her knees. Between sobs she just cries "No!".

Sting, now sobbing himself, looks up to the cold gray sky. The camera pulls away from a profile and goes low, circling him.

Cut back to close up "Why me"? he cries, arms spread wide, imploring.

Haven't quite figured out the ending, it's either a low angle close up on the cup and the coffee is frozen, or there's ice cubes inside, or cut to inside the coffee shop and some barista girl, with a funky wool hat on, is pouring ice into the coffee and she looks over her shoulder and smiles. I dunno.