1.24.10

santa paula

so cold and wet all day today, shooting outside in a monsoon with only a 10 ft. pop up tent, tied with silks soaking against the rain. someone tripped on the tether, breaking the camera. my hands were so red and cold i felt i was having an out of body experience plugging and unplugging and restarting as water lashed around me. finally made it through the whole day without feeling my toes once or sitting down once - not even to eat. but made it through we did and eat we did at some fancy persian restaurant in north beach. the pomegranate chicken was my favorite. the a.d. who is apparently a kentucky boy, got drunk quickly and told stories about

a. a boy who he grew up with who was born without an asshole.

b. bobby bryant; another boy he grew up with who could pee amazingly far, fucked his grandma, and lost his trailer in a meth mishap. we listened to these stories over ice cream made with roses and pistachios. somewhere in all this lies the reason i love doing what i do - i'm just not really sure what it is.

i do remember standing in the shower this morning at 4:20 am thinking ' i'm so lucky after all this time and all these shoots, adventures and years i still get to go to a photoshoot this morning and not to an office.'