September 8, 2015

Rock_10-9_06-13 Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past. You know, one way I used to make it through the day when I was at hospital, I would go through the alphabet and think of stories. For example:

One time I started with the letter "S." Now I know what you guys are all thinking so I will start with the word "sex."  I was on an editorial shoot in Europe. I went to dinner with a model and the assistant, my photo assistant. We were making small talk and eventually the conversation came around to relationships. Well, I said I was married. The photo assistant said he wasn't in any serious relationship and the model, who was from Eastern Europe said, "I'm in a relationship, but it's kind of open.  Whenever I want to pleasure myself and have sex with someone I want to, I go ahead and do it." She said all this in a perfect eastern European accent. She looked at me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. My assistant looked like he was in the starting blocks of the Men's 100 meter dash in the Olympics. He was good to go. I was ready to go and hide.

The other S word is the word "scream." It has nothing to do with the first word, you dirty bastards. It has to do with a sporting event I attended in High School. You see, I used to run  indoor track, and one of the meets brought me to NYC in the Armory. It was the worst track I've ever seen. There were basically painted lines on a wood floor. The floor was in real bad condition. Well, they had the men's 100 meter dash, and it's a very fast race. The gun went off and they started sprinting around the track. The head guy leaned at the finish, lost balance and fell to the floor. He didn't slide very far because he basically skewered himself to the floor. The floor was in real bad shape. They had to pull him off the floor backwards. He was full of splinters. It was one hell of a scream. He did win the race though.

The other word with the letter S would be "Sea Sun Sand and Surf." You see, when I was working as a fashion photographer, the months of December, January, February and March, I would spend my time in places like the Bahamas to shoot summer wear.  Life was like an endless summer for me. I would spend most of my days working at the beach and then go back and surf at night. Not bad for work, huh?

The last "S" work I'll talk about is "stay." Many of the locations I went to I wanted to stay longer. They were all great. One place in particular was in the south of France. I was at a spa where they believed in rejuvenation from grape seeds. This included red wine. Lots of red wine. Lots of very good red wine. It was great food. Great wine. A great spa. One night I was sitting in the reception area after a crew dinner. A Diva that you'd know of walked in. You'd recognize her music right away. I won't say who it was but she was wearing a black cashmere throw, black sunglasses and she demanded to see her room. A few minutes went by when she came back and slammed her key on the counter. She announced she would not be staying at this place. She whipped her shawl around her neck and stormed out. Very dramatic. I guess I'm gonna end here. with the word "Spoiled."

Have a good week. Love, B. Nice

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