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Outtakes with Jiz Lee & Syd Blakovich

Posted by: bobcoulter on Nov 12, 2009

A few outtakes from my shoot on Monday with Jiz Lee & Syd Blakovich at the Holiday Hotel in the Bronx.

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Pack a sack lunch of caviar and blow

Posted by: tonystamolis on Nov 12, 2009

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DAY BROKE

Posted by: chaselisbon on Nov 12, 2009

Mixing hot lights and the Sun on a rare day where someone was watching over my shoulder the whole shoot. I really have a problem with shooting while someone is watching me. It really makes things akward for me. I could never be one of those big production shooters. I would just end up in the green room alone... going through all of the oreos like Nigel.

I think that it has payed off the few times that I have shot with some daylight and my own lighting. I'm not sure why I don't do it more often. One of the problems is that I don't really hit a work stride until sun down. I don't know why this is, but I just like to work at night. I've tried to change the pattern many times with no success. Amanda even tried us on this INSANE schedule where we were waking up at 1 AM and going to sleep around 5 PM in an effort to work in the first part of our days. All that happened was a weeks worth of mild schizophrenia.

I love working with this model for the record. Good night and thank you. 1/1

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jesus blood

Posted by: nathanappel on Nov 11, 2009

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never failed me yet

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Elgrin. Texas. America.

Posted by: chaselisbon on Nov 11, 2009

The day of this shoot was just one of those horrible days all around on my part. I was depressed and going through a down cycle in life, coming off of some mood stabilizers that had been doing their best to live up to their job description, and in the middle of a major life transition. We tried our best to shoot this night, but it wasn't a good time to for either of us. I obviously can't go on about other people's personal business, but I don't seem to have much of a filter on mine. I know that if I don't feel really comfortable in a situation I can really fuck up a shoot... or at least I feel like I do. Who knows. I can't judge my work anymore, as I've been so burned out on photography and all of the bullshit that seems to go along with it.

Soon I will have completed my ninth year of doing this, and it starts to grind. It's all of the drama and darkness, the bullshit and tears and so on. And everyone wants to be beautiful, but no one wants to BE beautiful. And honestly I'm getting way off track from anything to do with this particular model, of whom I have been friends with for years and am just starting to rant in general as I often do at 3:00 A.M.

I seem to have had one of those days where all of the elements add up to me just losing more faith in people and wanting to run as far from them as I can, which is probably how I ended up in the mountains. One of those days where I have those thoughts of retiring to a job of landscaping or grocery bagging. Sometimes I just feel like the negativity all around just soaks into me weighing me down like a man swimming in a business suit. I should take a break and count my blessings... think about the people I have met with gold in their hearts and try to work up some psychic strength.

This top picture... I feel like old George Washington would like it. Maybe He would hang it on one side of a double sided frame and switch it back to some drawing of an eagle throwing spears and shit when Martha came around.

Fuck it.

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Wanna Hear Me Do Woody Allen? No? Extreme Garage Door Makeover: Jet Engine TV Edition & The Creepy Sleepwalker Chick

Posted by: merkley??? on Nov 10, 2009

Found out that falling asleep during a Woody Allen movie results in the ability to do a perfect impression. Too bad the only person entertained by a perfect Woody Allen impression is an old roommate who I hope I never see again.

I was trying to sleep but I could hear the sound of a TV coming from below my bed. Nobody lives below my bed, that's where the garage is.

When I went to investigate, I discovered that someone had installed an entertainment center into my garage door. Must have been one of those garage door makeover shows because they actually did a pretty good job, the final result looked a bit like a jet engine covered in old bakelite wall receptacles.

They also installed a very powerful fan. Not necessary.

While I was down there I noticed that I have terrible noise leakage, if you were to stand below my window you would probably be able to hear me farting in my sleep, and I'm NOT a loud sleep farter.

Time to break out the can of expanding foam.

BTW how cool is that shit?

Also, why not just combine it with aerosol cheese? Hello instant massive cheese puffs. Hello a billion dollars.

Later on when I was trying to sleep, a really creepy girl wandered in to my room totally sleep walking. She was a complete stranger and other than totally giving me the standard sleep walker willies, she didn't seem to mean any harm so I didn't try to wake her up. I gently guided her to the front door and sent her on her sleepwalky way.

This whole city is basically sleepwalking anyway.

Don't judge.

Point is:

I'm the Potential Willi Wonka of SAVORY Snacks.

Now Natalie:

Natalie - Atop Her Antique Dresser Littered With Lingerie & a Variety of French Cheeses, Red Wine, Feathers & Grapes, Adjusts Her Leg to Avoid Toppling a Tower of 12 Cheese Burgers in a Brass Bowl as a Black Bird Lands on Some Bottom Drawer French Bread

DID I EVER MENTION I HAVE A BOOK FOR SALE?

Here is some video proof, aided by Frederick Van, that I can and DO sometimes turn off my normally very Barry Whiteish voice as to be more like a commoner. LINK. And HERE is More Proof, as aided by Rollertrain, that I haven't a clue how to shut up in an interview. LINK

That's all for now.

Don't get caught constantly reminding the old roommates that THEY MOVED OUT AND CAN'T KEEP STAYING HERE.

Your Favorite Memory From This Blog Post,

Expanding Cheese Foam In a Can

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