July 29, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past to forget about my present.

The following blog was inspired by my friend here behind the camera. She was my photo assistant back in the day. So, we were really bad. We used to play jokes on each other all the time. Why I was inspired by doing a blog about my friend was, we met my new client at the bar. We then went down to have dinner. I then noticed my phone was gone. So, of course, I assumed the bartender up at the bar took my phone. Well, I had a heated exchange with the bartender. Meanwhile, it was my friend here that took my phone and hid it on me. It was one rare occasion I was punked. So, what I did was, I apologized to the bartender then I went and got my friend by the arm and brought her upstairs and made her apologize to the bartender. For some reason, she looked kind of sheepish.

We used to play jokes on each other all the time. One time, my photo assistant noticed that the hairdresser dropped her room key. He picked up her key and left. That’s right, he went back to her room. Not only did he go back to her room, but he hid in the shower. Hours later, she had a new room key and went to her room. Well, as she sat down to have a pee, he jumped out of the shower and scared the Sh…t out of her. You heard her screaming from across the hotel. Man, was she pissed. I mean really pissed. She pissed all over herself. We were constantly playing jokes on each other. You know, things like hiding the entire minibar under someone’s bed. Filling rooms up with cups of water. That sort of stuff. But the worst of all, and I got in trouble, worst of all was when I sealed the makeup artists’ room shut with gaffers tape. I gaffer taped her entire door shut. She missed her flight and I got in trouble.

I guess that’s why in London my name was: Mr. Not-So-Nice.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

July 22, 2026

Hi everybody, welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I often talk about my past to forget about the present.

Above is a cartoon that I’d always put at the front of my diary. And you know what? It worked. One time I left my diary on an airplane and someone called me up to return my diary. It was pretty cool. So I gave the guy a penny (just kidding). I offered to give him money, but he just refused and gave me the book. So there are nice people out there. Actually, my father, used to always put the same thing at the front of his diaries. That’s where I got the idea. But that one time was the only time I lost my book. The cool thing was, I didn’t know I’d lost my book cause I had a bag I always carried my stuff in. I just assumed it was in the bag.

There were many cartoons in my books, but they really were a diary of where I have been. Who I worked with, etc. The diaries were pretty valuable to me. It was a good record of my life. I wish I could draw still. I could really use it now. And it was like Therapy. A good way to relax on the plane or at the bar. Or wherever I was. You can see more cartoons on my previous blogs about the past. It’s cool to go back and look at my diaries as I forget about things and when I see the cartoons it brings me back to a specific time. It’s kind of cool.

You know, I’d always draw to relax. But since I can’t draw I’m going to start a YouTube channel, you know, for people like myself. Maybe it will help someone. It’s important to stay creative and active when you’re like I am. It’s a good outlet. It’s either that or buy a heavy bag (for boxing). Can you imagine seeing a guy in a wheelchair wailing on a heavy bag? I’m gonna pick out one more cartoon that I’ll include. Just a random one.

Below is a cartoon of my favorite hotel to shoot in - in Mexico. It’s gone now, but it was pretty awesome. It was a hotel that was a pillar around the ‘60’s the brat pack would go there all the time. They would all fly from Vegas and land on the airstrip in back of the hotel and party. The hotel was made up of a bunch of small houses overlooking the ocean. Whales would come in real close, just under your balcony. Each house had its own swimming pool. It was pretty amazing. I would just stay there and shoot there. Oh man, that place was great. It was cool cause we’d go to a neighboring town for good local food. It’s too bad it’s gone now. I think they knocked it all down and put up a modern hi-rise hotel. Progress right.

Anyway, I’m gonna leave it at that. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

July 15, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.

You know, sometimes I have to look at my past to forget about the present. The present is a bit too depressing to think about.

I didn’t work for like 30 years. I got paid well to do what I love, take photographs. Above is a cartoon of basically what my life was for 30 years. Sure, I did work my butt off in the morning, but I always had the middle of the day off. You see, I only shot in good light, meaning I would only shoot early in the morning and late in the afternoon. Good light always made for a good photo. You guys should do this now. If you want a good photo, just take pictures in early morning or late afternoon light. You can’t go wrong. Anyway, when I had the middle of the day off, sure I would take a nap, but I would also go for a surf, go for a windsurf, go for a run, have a nice lunch. You know, I basically took advantage of where I was. I have to say, it was a nice way to live. I did work hard, but I also played hard as well. I was lucky. My job took me to some great locations. It always seemed to be near the water. I guess that’s what I was known for, shooting on the beach, near water. That sort of thing. You tend to get pigeonholed in this business, and that was my pidgeonhole - lucky for me. We won’t talk about the skin cancer. That’s kind of a downer, but I guess that came with the job. I did actually think, oh man, I hope I don’t get injured. Can you imagine calling up the art director and saying, “Im in the hospital because I had a bad incident while surfing and it was on your shoot, sorry.”

One time I did get in a lot of trouble. We were shooting up in Maine. The weather was nasty in the morning, so instead of hanging out in the location van, we all decided to hang out in our rooms until the weather cleared. Well, I got tired of hanging out in my room so I went to the movies. Now, while I was in the movies, the weather cleared up. I went and saw three movies and came out after the last moving. I had something like 13 messages. They ranged from a calm “Where are you?” to a frantic “Where the HELL are you?” Well, while I was watching my 3 films, the weather got real nice. Funny, I never worked for that client again. But for the most part, everything went well, most of the time. IT was cool because a lot of the crew were well rested and that’s important on a 14 day shoot. I think I had a brain bleed right on time. I don’t think they do 14 day shoots in Hawaii anymore. I think I hit it right on time. Anyway, that’s about it for this week.

I’m actually gonna leave you with a photo my friend took. I went to see a painting show of my Dad’s artwork. My sister put it together. It was a great show of his stuff. Downstairs was Jasper Johns and upstairs was my Dad’s work. It was cool. Check out his website: DonNice.com Actually, they are nice images for me to look at to forget about the present.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

June 24, 2026

Hey everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.

I often think about the past to get me off the present. Presently I’m having a rough go, but as they say, peaks and valleys, right? It seems that with a traumatic brain injury the low pressure systems really affect me. Yesterday was a low pressure system and I’m just getting over it. You know how some people complain about ache joints when it rains. Well, I get achy brain. So let’s talk about the past.

You know, I always felt like the big brother on the photoshoots. Most of my team was really young, especially the models. I always felt like their big brother. I think I told you already that I was working with one model who just jumped off the pier into the water. I was doing a cover for Summer Beauty. Well, she forgot to mention she couldn’t swim. I had to rescue her. It was crazy. I asked her why she jumped into the water when she couldn’t swim. She just replied, I wanted you to get a good shot. It was a good shot. Mind you, it was only like ten frames, then we went back to the bar.

This other model I was working with was just right for the fashion shoot I was gonna do in Brazil. Well, we got on the plane (she was sitting next to me) she seemed kind of nervous. I said, have you ever been on an airplane before. She said no. I said, have you ever been to Brazil before? She said, no. I said, have you ever traveled much? She said no. Basically, the poor girl had never left her street. Her eyes were the size of coffee saucers. It was a good shoot, after she recovered from a local bus we took.

But by far, my favorite story is this: I was in Greenland. We were shooting at the base of this iceberg. Well, after our photoshoot, we went out to dinner. Now, imagine this, the dinner is up on a hill. You went down the hill to get to the port. The port was U shaped. Then you went up another hill to get to our hotel. Now, that I have set the scene, imagine this. We’re all sitting at dinner, me and a mostly female crew, when a navy destroyer (ship) pulls into the port. The ship looked rough. It had been at sea for about six months. Well, out of the ship came about 200 sailors. They had been at sea for six months with no alcohol and no women. They came up to our restaurant singing songs, and as they came in, they all stared at my table and stopped singing with their mouths hanging open. I thought, oh my god, I’m gonna die. Well, all the sailors sat down as they stared at my tabled, they sat down quietly. Next thing you know, a round of beers come over to my table. I mean a lot of beer. The manager said, please accept this as a present from the table over there, and he pointed at the sailors. Then the guy whispered, “Please, please take the beers.” Well, we accepted the beers and the minute we took a sip they came over. Well, after a very short conversation, we got the hell out of there. (Now, this is why some people have no brain cells) As we were leaving one of the models decided to give the sailors the finger. This action caused a bit of an argument. Next thing you know, we’re all running. Have you ever run and jumped on a moped. It’s not as easy as in the movies. We got on our mopeds and we had to full speed down the hill. The model on the back of my moped decided to flip the sailors off again. That was all fine cause we were making good speed going down hill, but then we got to the uphill portion. The bikes slowed down and the sailors were gaining speed on us. We just made it to our hotel. We threw the bikes down and ran to our rooms. We rant through the lobby while the manager said, “No running!” Just then, about 200 sailors ran through the lobby. The manager screamed and dove under his desk. It was total chaos. We got to our rooms, locked ourselves in, then it all got real quiet. There was a knock at the door. It was the captain. He said, in broken English, all we want to do is give you a helicopter ride. I said, yeah right, one way trip for me. No thank you. And thank god the military police showed up. We heard noise the yelling and shouting. but all the military police and sailors were gone when we opened the door about an hour later. Never a dull moment. Right? Life was like this for me around 25 or 30 years. No wonder why my head blew up.

Love and miss you guys. Love B. Nice

June 4, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where talk about my past. You know I often look back at my past to forget about the present

You know, I was always on the road. I travelled for like 30 years. It was crazy. We were always in new hotels every week. Now with new hotels, sometimes there are scary moments. Let me explain.

Sometimes at a hotel you get a weird vibe. For example, the scariest hotel I ever stayed in was in Charleston, South Carolina. I checked in as usual. Went to my room and the minute I walked into the room I got a bad vibe. I didn’t think anything of it. Put down my bag. Went off to dinner with the crew. Well, when I got back to my room, I watched a little news and went to sleep. At about 2 in the morning, I had a lovely wake up call to an entity with his knees on my shoulders and hands on either side of my face, then he was forehead to forehead with me, and growling really loud. Oh yeah, I was not drinking at dinner. Anyway, I screamed really loud, “Get the F… off of me.” sat up and said, I’m out of here. So I packed all my bags, went to the front desk and said to the guy at the front desk, “I am not staying in that room.” The guy said, “Here’s a key to a room in the new part of the hotel. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

At another hotel I was staying in, I awoke to a dog in my room. I was convinced my assistants had put a dog in my room. The dog was rubbing itself at the base of my bed. Back and forth, back and forth. Then it came jumping back and forth over my legs. Then it jumped over my legs through the wall and into the other room. Yes, there was a dog ghost in my room. I didn’t think much about tit. I just thought I was having a bad dream and went off to sleep. Well, the next morning kind of freaked me out. I went to breakfast with the crew and when I walked in, I heard the model talking to the makeup artist. She was saying she had a dream of a dog coming out of the wall, jumping over her and jumping into the next room through another wall. And once again, we weren’t drinking that much that night. That was kind of freaky.

I’ll tell you one more story. It doesn’t have to do anything with hotel rooms, but it’s kind of a freaky story. I was with my crew. We were in Santa Fe. My phone rang and I answered the phone and went outside. We were on Canyon Road in Santa Fe. My wife at the time told me I was gonna be a father. That was pretty cool. I went back to my crew, sat down at the table and didn’t say anything. Now our stylist had been out shopping. She bought a used set of tarot cards. Everyone was checking them out. She shuffled the deck and said to me, “Pull out a card.” What happened was kind of freaky. I pulled out a card. It was a guy hanging from a tree with a rope around his legs. He was hanging upside down. And at the bottom of the card it said, Father. I said, well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag. I told everyone I was gonna be a father. Now that’s freaky.

Actually, I got lots more stories, a lot more, but I won’t bore you with them. Bottom line is I guess I’m kind of sensitive to vibes. One thing I did learn and I’ll share with you, I think it’s important. I learned then that you should always follow your intuition. Now, you might think I’m crazy but your intuition is actually your passed relatives speaking to you. Have you ever done something and thought, Oh man, I shouldn’t have done that? Your first intuition was not to do it, but you did it anyway. Does that make sense? Anyway, always follow that first intuition you have. Don’t ignore it. After all, our passed relatives might know something you don’t. Now I’m gonna go back to my tequila.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice