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not changing the mature content advisory ... this time ... but it still stands.
seriously ... there are so many things i should be doing. throwing away junk mail. organizing about a foot of contact sheets. making phone calls.
talked my sister into getting the happy mother's day.
GO TELL YOUR MOTHER HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY ... 'KAY.
so ... last night ... i did a favour ... for one of the biggest ... people behind the people in my shallow little town of broken dreams and streets paved with fool's gold.
can't mention names. but ... i was asked last week if i'd "shoot my knock tilux." assistants ... fucking assistants. i read it and thought, "what the fuck?"
then i figured it out.
i was given full license to shoot whatever the fuck i pleased. 3200 iso. dim light. full-on-open.
was an engagement party for a hollywood-mover-and-shaker to his new-soon-to-be-bride. a model. i know. i know. a fucking shock. but ... she's smart and cute and sweet. so ...
well ... oh my God ... was talking to this girl. yes. very hot. definately a model.
but my fucking i.q. was bleeding out my ears the longer i listened to her.
"sorry love my phone."
my other favourite is, "... listen my battery is dying, we'll talk soon, no?"
shallow.
no.
time management.
so ... i say to jake gyllenhaal -- who i know doesn't like to be photographed whatsoever especially with his new girl -- "don't worry i'm cropping you."
he walks up to me and says, "you think i'm crap?"
we laughed our asses off. one of the biggest-talent-guests thinks i say i think he's crap.
crap.
crop.
whatever.
mary kate was looking very stevie nicks last night.
odd.
lee lee agrees that bush is an angry little monkey of a man.
yeah, hollywood ... go ahead and say it ... we're a bunch of liberal fucks.
don't care.
you should have seen the view.
brandon from incubus got a new leica point-and-shoot.
we talked about his mom.
she married me ... like eons ago. an ex-girlfriend went to highschool with him.
just so you know, "we're relaxing right now, no work on an album for about a year."
he knows his mother's marriages -- the one's she performed as a reverend -- don't last long.
but paris is still beautiful.
hopefully in the early summer ... this time ... as well.
nicole called me "cutie-face."
i love her.
more than i love paris. not the place. i love that place.
found out why paris and her are pissy right now.
but i'm not telling.
the fucking photos last night. i could've made $20,000 for the exclusive.
but ... they were for a friend. and i don't sell-out friends.
that's why they entrust me to shoot.
they know that they'll only see the light of day in their own offices and residences.
met another girl that said her dad designed the leica m7. dunno about that. seemed very engaging.
but ... i looked down and saw a ring.
"baby, my phone. i'll be right back."
yo
whatdayya like for tmax 3200?saw the dude that fucked up my hair back in sept. why is he so nice to me? i can't stand that fuck. but ... it may not have been that guy.
see ... with names ... i'm so fucking bad. you really have to make an imprint on my brain for me to remember. there is just this sea of pretty faces ... and it all seems to meld.
ah ... i think the person who suggests dd's the best ... is
. yes, some others as well. but cha. she rocks. so does her work.my mate from last night ... the one who wanted me to shoot the noctilux. actually shot two of them last night. he and i adjused light levels all over the party to make sure there was "just enough at a 60th and one-oh.'
i like people who know.
no bitches friday night. just some friends. a nice 2000 village but with A.O.C. grapes. then a 91 opus. then an 82 leoville. drinking the average american's monthly income in 3 hours. something just feels cool about that.
and ... i don't care if you think i'm being an asshole.
seriously, i don't. it's all relative.
why no bitches on friday night? one of them dates off myspace. sorry. that's lame. don't get it. didn't want to deal with her.
question.
who are the hottest girls on dA? send me a note and let me know. that sounds sexist.
i live in l.a.
we're shallow.
but ... down to earth if you can believe it.
mostly the people that were born here.
we're used to the legions of those drawn to the glitter ...
for most of the actors and actresses and screenwriters will only learn ... well ... at least ...
"do you want ketchup with that?"
but whatever.
i like mayo.
and mustard, which along with chocolate, coffee, strong aged cheese and mustard, is a gift from God.
i'm serious about the hot girls, mates. and mate-ettes. that's not a word.
i don't care.
this is the internet. spelling. punctuation. everything that pisses off my mom about the degredation of written languange ... it's alright here.
cutting thru the comments. yes. haven't hit the button yet. i have this picture in my head. of a salivating monkey in some maniacal state. breathing hard. teeth bared. wanting to hit that damn button.
and erase.
wait ... sorry ... i had a nasty vision of bush.
he's such and angry little monkey.
thanks, as always, for the notes suggesting dd's. the fave's. the watches. the everything. you guys make this place rich.
living life richly. that's what it's all about.
now go wish your respective mothers a happy mother's day.
hope this finds you ALL well.
off to edit...
cheers,
chris
but it also made me look a bit sad.