Work

New Website will be up by Monday, totally revamped content-wise and simplified and dignified. The Portfolio section is being retitled "Work" and there will be three simple and easily up-datable areas there: "Book", "New Work" & "Personal Work."

"Book" will be my book. And change as my book changes. My book is my "Portrait" portfolio that goes out to commercial clients. "New Work" will be whatever the fuck I want it to be, like the shot below that I did of Meagan on Sunday. That's actually as new as it gets. "Personal Work" will be my "gallery" stuffs. Or pictures of my butt.

The concept being to have "Book" appeal to the commercial clients, "Personal Work" to appeal to the art clients and "New Work" to be the bridge between the two, or hell, just appeal to me...

"News" goes away, because no one gives a fuck and that's on here anyway when I chose to share it. Under "Info" will be two tabs: "Bio" and "Data." The "Bio" will be updated and simplified and "Data" will be gallery shows, publications, awards - all that crap.

And the photos, needless to say will be new-ish, with a few perennial favorites thrown in for meat and good measure...

Next week the link goes out to a growing list of photo editors and then...

...I sit and wait.



"First the mic then a half cigarette
Singing "Cathy's Clown"
That's the man that she's married to now
That's the girl that he takes around town
She appears composed, so she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll
I'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow
Now she's done and they're calling someone
Such a familiar name
I'm so glad that my memories remote
'Cos I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note
Here it is the revenge to the tune
"You're no good,
You're no good you're no good you're no good"
Can't you tell that it's well understood
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm here today and expected to stay on and on and on
I'm tired
I'm tired
Looking out on the substitute scene
Still going strong
XO, Mom
It's OK, it's alright, nothing's wrong
Tell mr. man with impossible plans to just leave me alone
In the place where I make no mistakes
In the place where I have what it takes
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow"

From Wikipedia:

"Cathy's Clown" is a popular song, first recorded in 1960 by The Everly Brothers. Their version, which sold eight million copies, peaked at number 1 in the U.S. charts in late May and early June of 1960, and became the Everly Brothers' biggest hit singles. It was covered by country music artist Reba McEntire on her album Sweet Sixteen. This cover was also a hit, and went to number 1 on the Hot Country Songs chart in 1989. Dee Dee Ramone recorded another cover for his solo album Greatest and Latest in 2001, with his wife Barbara Zampini on bass and vocals. It can be heard in the movie "The Commitments" (1991). "Cathy's Clown" is mentioned in the song "Waltz #2 (XO)" by Elliott Smith, from the album XO. It is also mentioned in the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion song "Wait A Minute" on their Xtra-Acme USA album.

Double Post

Elliott Smith from his posthumous album, "From A Basement On The Hill."

Fuck. Another poet dead. No. More. Words...

Katy, from the same shoot.



Listen.

"I'm floating in a black balloon
O.D. on Easter afternooon
My mama told me, "Baby stay clean
There's no in between."
But all you ladies and you gentlemen
Between's all you've ever seen or been
Fit poorly and arrange the sight
Doll it up in virgin white

You disappoint me
You people raking in on the world
The Devil's script sells
You the heart of a blackbird

Shine on me baby
'Cos it's raining in my heart

Sun's rising on a choppy glare
Rain dropping acid bought up in the air
A distorted reality is now a necessity
To be free

It's so disappointing
First I'll put it all down to luck
God knows why my
Country don't give a fuck
Fuck

Shine on me baby
'Cos it's raining in my heart
Shine on me baby
'Cos it's raining in my heart"

Smoking too Much...

...and listening to too much depressing music.

Thank you, Elbow and Elliott Smith!

And the wine, she is flowing, but only at night.

It rained all day here in Brooklyn and I barely left the house, although I did manage (or at least will) to eat three meals which, lately, is a record.

I joined FACEBOOK today at the urging of one of my good friends (a real one) and now all of the sudden I have all these new (virtual) friends! Truth be told, they are all real ones too.

Crazy. Stupid. Crazy.

Stupid.

So, Saturday noght, my girl and I had tickets to the Elbow show here at Webster Hall. I've been to MANY shows there and even though "doors open at 7pm," the headlining band never, and I mean never, goes on before 10pm. And there was an opening act.

So we roll up at 10:05pm and there is a line around the corner. The first thing I think is, shit, it's gonna be a pigfuck to get in here. Then I see the marquee, which fucks me in the face with "Tonight - Some DJ Dude!" and the blood flops out of my body all over the sidewalk.

My brain screams: the fuckers booked a late show and forced Elbow to go on at 8:30pm!!!

I don't say a word and breathe easy, and find the nearest bouncer dude with a headset. I ask and he says, "They're playing the encore right now."

I was devastated. This only happened to me once before with Iggy in Boston in 1989 (which I don't want to talk about). It's not the $50.00 worth of tickets and the $40.00 cab rides back and forth, it's the fact that THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN IN NYC!

And that I really, really wanted to see them.

Fuck.

Seems like if that was going to be the case, someone should have called me and said, seriously dude, you NEED to be there at 8:30pm.

So we retuned home after the "ride of shame" and had a great night with our house-guests who expected not to see us until 6am the next morning when they had to take off.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind. Just Elbow...I'll see them again...I'll put my "unused" tickets up on eBay.

But if it would have been Nick Cave, I would have shot myself. Right in front of the Webster Hall management staff. And that fucking DJ Dude...

Katy. Scanned tonight.

I Think I Might Have Mentioned This One Before...

I LOVE women with cameras.

Let me qualify that: I LOVE women with cameras who know what they are doing. Same goes with men. Dogs, cats, whatever...

But I have a little "thing" for women with cameras...



Especially this one.

Do you know The Hold Steady?

I think I might have mentioned that one before, too...

I listened to Nick Cave's entire catalog today - something like eight hours straight. And I never got tired of him.

I played pool tonight with Christopher for three hours. Never got tired of that either.

Ahhh, Sundays...

However, tomorrow is get the book out day. Seriously. There's no such thing as vacation here in NYC listening to Nick Cave and playing pool.

Buckle down, bitch.

And just for the record, I think that "Grinderman" was the lead-up to "Dig, Lazurus, Dig!" Sorta like working out the demos that would become that album, but still, goddamn, I love me some Nick Cave.

Life Is Good And Will Be Better...

Chris (see link to the right) came over tonight with a stylist and MUA to shoot a 16 year old New Zealand model for her newly signed agency in my apartment. I love playing host. And I am more than happy to have my good friends take advantage of the place photographically.

Afterwards, Chris and I sat around drinking wine with the stylist and MUA and talked about our relative definitions of fidelity and kissing girls in general.

Here's one that I cannot wait to kiss soon:



Again, the falling-apart Konica half-frame.

And one more thing:

"From the glass lined tanks of
OLD LATROBE
We tender this premium beer
For your enjoyment, as a
Tribute to your good taste.

It comes
From the mountain springs
To you"

"33"

Cheers...

The New Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds Album

is fucking brilliant.




Jus' sayin'

Tuesday Night In The Universe

Looked forward to having dinner with my friend Sanders all day today (see link to the right).

Not only is he a talented portraitist, he's a good guy and a great friend.

Thanks for the advice, Mr. McNew. I always pay attention. And we agree about most things...

We had a long, extracted conversation that sounded at one point like Jack Nicholson talking to Art Garfunkel during the slide show sequence in "Carnal Knowledge." One of the best films ever made, or at least one of the best films that Mick Nichols ever made, "Catch 22" notwithstanding.

But I digress...

Tired today. Ann Taylor delivered finally. Finances dwindling, despite the red velvet Magnolia Bakery cupcake waiting for me in my fridge.

Husker Du on the jambox. Grant Hart singing about a female acquaintance's herion overdose is oddly uplifiting to me right now.

Dig "Pink Turns To Blue" whilst you listen to Bob Mould making a lot of noise during "Reoccurring Dreams".

"Zen Arcade" will always be on my top 20 list hovering somewhere right around - #16-ish.

"Going out each day to score
She was no whore
But for me
Celebrating every day
The way
She thought it should be

And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue

She was always by my side
And never tried
To leave
Standing up for me
And like a tree
For what she believed

No more rope
And too much dope
She's lying on the bed
Angels pacing
Gently placing
Roses 'round her head

And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue"



Scanning the last negatives I have left to scan, although it's really a never-ending process. This is Jade with the legendary falling-apart Konica half-frame...

Dig her too.