Friday, September 29, 2006
When you live in New York, you are often put into host mode. Everybody you know from everywhere wants to visit here, and they do, and you are expected to show them around, show them the Empire State Building, show them where the best Italian food in Little Italy is ("Didn't you used to live there, James?").
It can be exhausting.
But sometimes it's exhilarating.
My photographer friend Markus (see link to the right) spent the last week here and I loved "hosting" him.
He shot me shooting a model. I shot him shooting a model. We ambushed a gallery curator into granting us a meeting regarding a future two-man show. We drank some beer. We talked about our families and girls and hometowns. We got kicked out of the Carlton Arms Hotel.
We had fun.
Not so much host mode as meeting a long lost brother and going from there.
He booked a lot of models here in NYC some of them cancelled. I consider these people FOOLS. If I was a model, a model want-to-be, or just a hot chick (which I want to come back in the next life as) I would go to great lengths to have Markus photograph me.
Fools. Their loss, man. I watched him work tonight and, well, their fucking loss.
He is off to Las Vegas tomorrow and then Miami. I wish him safe travel and a swift return.
I wish I had a shot of him tonight shooting Desiree in one of her crazy contortion poses, but I left my shit at the office...
In that shot's place is this one. My other German friend, Lisa.