Oscar's Stripper

If you are ever hanging out with a celebrity and they are drinking heavily, you should coerce them into a fishnet body stocking and women's underwear, and YOU could be on the Insider and Entertainment Tonight.

Evan Rachel Wood says "Cough."

Bring on the Coffee

After a 22 hour shift Monday and a 13 hour shift Tuesday, I knew that I would need to turn to coffee to help me through the rest of the week. As luck would have it, the shooter I would be working with for the rest of the week was addicted to coffee. And as a rule of my own, if you're going to do something, you do it right. So naturally, I challenged him to a coffee drinking contest.

10 cups of coffee later, I lost. He drank 16 cups. You can't win a coffee drinking contest against an addict. But what you can win, and what I had won, is a mega caffeine buzz.

The next day I made it to 11 cups, and he to 15. I had lost again, but the fun was in the trying. And in watching people gape at me, thinking my heart could stop at any minute. Funny, the joke was really on them. I knew my heart was beating too fast to ever stop. Ever.

Does Fashion Ever Stop?!

This Spring Fashion Week nears the end of its run, but it seems like nothing can kill this beast. It really is an entity unto itself. Between the fist fights in the photography pit, and the unshowered, hairy photographers that huddle close together for sometimes 2 hours per show, sweating from every pore in a poorly air conditioned and poorly ventilated box, what's not to like? One day, just for spite, I think I'll get myself invited to shows simply to watch the show, not take pictures or hold a spot for a tripod. And while I'm there, I won't be able but to laugh at the idiocy that is seeping from the photography pit. Openly. Of course, I'll be drunk. Because why else would I go back to a fashion show unless I'm fucked up.

(these shots are from Calvin Klein and Jen Lopez's Just Sweet line)

Fashion Week

The woman in the back shares my sentiment at the moment. Fashion Week has given us both a headache.

Crooked Necktie

One of several posts from my shoot with Brolik on "Crooked Necktie" in Philly. At the end of this particular day (only day 2), I believe we were all jumping for joy, though not as graceful as Levi - that is, if we could still stand at that point...