A girlfriend. God knows, I'm working on it.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
Donde esta Santa Claus?
And the toys that he will leave.
Mamacita, oh, where is Santa Claus?
I look for him because it's a Christmas Eve.
Go here for all the lyrics.
I'm listening to SOMA.FM Great internet radio. Usually I listen to Groove Salad, but I'm listening to the Christmas songs channel they put up at this time each year. Listening to The Alarm's version of Happy Xmas (War is over).
If you're all very good, I'll do my impression of Rod Serling singing "Silent Night".
Okay, I go sleep now.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Funniest thing I saw today
I was driving down Broadway, unfortunately through Times Square, earlier today. I was slowing down to stop at the light and I noticed the naked cowboy guy, wearing only tightie whities, strumming away on his guitar, like it was seventy and a warm breeze was blowing.
As I stop, I look to my right and here comes this throng of very intent females in their 20's and 30's marching across the street. They are all looking at their cameras, bringing them up to their eyes, changing settings, getting cell phone cameras ready and are heading across to...
To take lots of pictures of the semi-naked cowboy. I laughed so hard, clapping my hands, it was the funniest thing I'd seen all day, possibly even all week. The intensity at which those ladies were crossing the street and their concentration on getting their cameras ready was great. I wish I had had MY camera. It was so quick and there was a lot of flashing going on.
If you are in Times Square and are not sure if you are seeing the naked cowboy, it says: "Naked Cowboy" on his ass. I wish I didn't know this.
As I stop, I look to my right and here comes this throng of very intent females in their 20's and 30's marching across the street. They are all looking at their cameras, bringing them up to their eyes, changing settings, getting cell phone cameras ready and are heading across to...
To take lots of pictures of the semi-naked cowboy. I laughed so hard, clapping my hands, it was the funniest thing I'd seen all day, possibly even all week. The intensity at which those ladies were crossing the street and their concentration on getting their cameras ready was great. I wish I had had MY camera. It was so quick and there was a lot of flashing going on.
If you are in Times Square and are not sure if you are seeing the naked cowboy, it says: "Naked Cowboy" on his ass. I wish I didn't know this.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
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.
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.
Friday, December 02, 2005
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.
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.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
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.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
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.
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.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Friday Night Out
I had been lusting after Vena all night and was surprised I hadn't thought of it sooner- body shots. Maria, wearing only a bra and frilly panties demanded that I do a body shot."You're doing a body shot with me" leaning over the bar, her face a few inches from mine.
My first inclination would have been to drink the tequila off of the yummy tummy of Vena, one of the other dancing bar tenders, but Maria grabbed Juliana and told her to lie down on the bar. Meanwhile there is a lot of activity all around, everyone, mostly men, having a good time. Earlier, one very drunk suit and tie jams his fist in the air and declares: "I FUCKING LOVE PUSSY"
Amen brother, I fucking love pussy.
The three dancing bartenders are up on the bar shaking their money makers to some country song and we are all transfixed. Maria has an especially shapely behind and when she smacks her ass, it makes a lovely slapping noise. It's almost ass good as going to a strip club, but there's no cover and the drinks aren't over priced. There's no nudity, but it's still fun and you can kiss the girls, which is how I ended both body shots.
I had left the bar with friends and decided to come back and see if one of the barmaids who was allegedly "giving me the eye" was still there. Deanna wasn't there, but Vena was. I must admit I am more attracted to Vena. I probably should have engaged Deanna earlier, but my focus was on Vena. I flirted with Vena. When she asked me: "What do you need?" I said: I need love. Pause. But I'll take a Heineken. She grabbed my hair and pulled me closer asking: "What kind of love?" "Oh y'know the usual, I said. She laughed. But I didn't tell her what the usual was and then realized I sounded boring. I'm working on my technique. It wasn't until later I thought of:"the kind that leaves you wet, tired and very very satisfied." Not sure if that would have been over the line or not.
So I got another beer and enjoyed the show. That's when Maria suggested the body shots.
Maria did a body shot on Juliana and wow it was hott. It is the Penthouse fantasy girl couple, light skinned Juliana with long blonde hair laying on the bar with the dark haired, tan skinned Maria straddling her. Watching Maria's very sexy mouth lick up the salt and then lick and suck up the tequila was so exciting. Then, Maria took the lemon out of Juliana's mouth and gave her a very long, deep, passionate kiss that had me riveted and eager for my shot.
Juliana is still lying on her back and because she's wearing low rider jeans and a very small vintage looking bikini top, her belly is uncovered. Soon I am uncovered. Part of the body shot requires the removal of my shirt by Maria.
Maria sprinkles salt over Juliana's soft pale skin and then grabs a hand full of hair on the back of my head and shoves my face into Juliana's soft belly. I obligingly lick the salt off her stomach and moments later, my head is pulled away. Then Maria cups her hand over the top of a plastic cup full of tequila and pours it all over Juliana's tummy. I eagerly begin licking and slurping up the tequila and drink all of it out of her belly button. Innies are hot. Too soon, my head is yanked up.
I then am told to be a gentleman and take the lemon out of Juliana's mouth. I do this, but with a liberal amount of tongue play and I use my mouth to retrieve the lemon from her warm lips. Mmmm, I really like kissing pretty girls.
I think I thanked her. At some point Maria used my T-shirt to rub the tequila off my face. I am getting my money out to pay for the two shots, Maria is sitting on the bar thanking me. As I give her an extra long French kiss, she is practically grabbing the money out of my hand plus extra for the tip. Um, you're welcome. I think.
It was all so quick that, while I was mostly satisfied, I was still left wanting more. Vena more.
I flag down Maria and tell her I want to do a body shot on Vena.
Vena has long curly brown hair, light colored eyes (I couldn't really tell ,the lights are dimmed), a very ample bosom in a T-shirt ripped into a v-neck to show her lovely decolletage, very short shorts with a studded white belt and very old shit kicker cowboy boots. She is very shapely, energetic and enthusiastic. I'm in lust.
Body shot time. Maria was again very sexy, straddling Vena as she lovingly licked Vena all over, for her shot. It wasn't quite as sexy as the tongue bath she gave Juliana, but it was sexy nonetheless. I'm a little distracted, by what I don't know, but I'm not enjoying it as much as I'd like to. I think I want Vena's head to be to my left and not to the right. That and the semi humiliation of Maria wiping my face with my shirt that will happen shortly.
Oh boy! It's my turn.
The ritual is repeated. Maria unbuttons my shirt and takes it off. I try putting my hand under Vena's head to support it, but one of the bouncers yells at me to keep my hands on the bar. Grrr. Once more Maria grabs my hair. I am licking salt off of Vena's soft tummy and loving every moment. I could do this all night. I would like to do this all night, sans salt.
Tequila is poured. Filling a little valley in the swell of her tummy, then spilling down Vena's waist. Alcohol coats her supple alabaster skin, making her that much more intoxicating. As I'm licking, making lazy circles on Vena's savory skin, I catch a little tequila vapor which makes me cough a bit, but I don't care, I'm licking Vena's stomach and it's soft and slippery and tastes really, really good. Vena also has an innie, so I suck the liquor out of her belly button. I am very, very happy.
Again, the admonishment to be a gentleman before the eating of the lemon. Then I eat the lemon and give Vena a very deep French kiss. Mmmm, kissing sweet Vena. Kissing is very underrated and I always enjoy kissing beautiful women. I receive another very deep kiss when I tip her.
I promise her that I'll be back soon. "You better!" she says.
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