Chapter 117 - November 13, 2013

Hi you guys, I'm back. Welcome to another week of recovery. If you want to see what's going on, here's the link for the new blog: http://wp.me/p2M6Kl-gY (mypointofviewproject.wordpress.com)

I'm going to name this blog "Women of Power." You know, in my business, there was a lot of exploitation of women. In what business isn't there? Anyway, I saw a lot of exploitation. However, I also saw a lot of women exploit men. I remember there was this one woman who was doing your average "modeling" work. She said to me, "I'm going to get rid of my agent and hire a PR guy." She reinvented herself, and they came up with a plan. She became one of the world's top models. I saw her bring men of power to their knees.

There was another time when I was an assistant photographer. A girl came in with some family polaroids. The guy I was working for recognized her talent and booked her on a big editorial. The guy had an eye for talent, and he was an amazing cook. Sorry, I went off on a bit of a tangent there, but I did learn a lot from him. 

Anyway, back to women of power. There was this one time in Australia I had to shoot a commercial of a girl riding a horse in the ocean. I don't know if you've ever put a horse in the ocean before, but it's not easy. I said to the girl, "Have you ever ridden a horse before?" And she said, "No worries, Mate. What do you want me to do?" I said just ride the horse slowly towards me and I'll get a few shots. She went all the way to the end of the beach and came at me like 40 miles per hour. There was water going everywhere. She scared the shit out of me cause she was heading right towards me. At the last second she turned the horse away from me just by inches. The horses right foot barely missed my right foot. It would have killed me for sure if it had hit me. She stopped the horse. The horse reared up a little, and she said, "Like that mate?" I said, "Oh my god, where are you from?" She said, "Oh, just outback you know. On a sheep farm. I grew up riding." Once again, I checked my shorts.

Another time I was shooting in Miami. My assistant was hungover. Gee, how unusual. Anyway, he left some very expensive equipment on the beach. Some dude in a pick up truck stole all the equipment. Well, the assitant stylist ran down the beach and stole the equipment back. I bought a bottle of champagne and deducted the cost from the assistants day rate. I've got lots of stories like this. The point is, you don't want to mess around with these women. They are pretty powerful.

One of the last shoots I did, I was in Brazil. The woman from the fashion magazine and her assistant had to drive overnight to get a flight. Well, our local guide said, "No way! You can't drive on these roads at night. There are bandits." I was in a bad part of Brazil. She just said, "We'll be all right." And I saw her and her assistant drive off into the night. See what I mean. Don't mess around with these women.

You know, I'd often think about stories like this when I was in a bad way. Hell, I had 4 years to think about things. I just check in once in a while with this blog. It's about stuff from the past. To see the new blog, you know, stuff of the present, click on the link above. It'll take you to the new blog. Talk to you later. Love, B. Nice

Chapter 116 - November 5, 2013

Hi you guys! I'm back. I'm keeping this blog going so I check in once in a while. You know, my fashion career has been amazing. It's brought me from the Vice president's desk (the vice president of the United states - his desk) to Riker's Island, maximum security prison. My personal life has brought me from witnessing my daughter's birth to witnessing my own possible demise (an out of body experience). The point is, I've gone through a lot and I really believe, and I've said this before, I really believe all the things I've gone through have gotten me ready for this event. It all doesn't seem so scary.

Anyway, I'm gonna make a couple of fashion confessions. I guess I do this to get it off my chest. I always feel a little guilty about the things that have happened. Here's an example: OK, so one day I show up at the location van. My assistants are furious. I said, "Hey guys, good morning, what's wrong?" My friend, the French assistant, in a very think French accent said, "They ate all the food. I have nothing but coffee." My other assistant said, "I can't believe you're doing this." I looked at them puzzled. I said to them, "Here hold my stuff. Let me see what's going on." So I walk in the van and the first thing I notice is I'm shooting a plus size catalogue. I look down at breakfast and there is a silver plastic platter, a white doily, some seeds and some saran wrap. That's it. Mind you, the caterers usually don't leave much breakfast, but there was nothing. The models ate everything. I'm surprised the curtains were still there. The platter looked like a small village attacked it. Anyway, at least the girls were happy. Now, I'm not one to pass judgement or make any comments, but believe me, when lunch was served, me and my guys were in the front of the line.

Now, back to Traumatic Brain Injury. I'm just recovering from my road trip. It was good. A big challenge, but I believe it helped me get a little better. One thing it did was it made me realize how messed up I am. I've still got a lot of work to do. Anyway, that's it for now. I'll include a photo from the shoot. Hope you guys have a good week. Love, B. Nice

Chapter 115 - September 24, 2013

I have a friend. He likes to play in the dark. I watch and I listen. Is he narcissistic? I don't think so. It all makes me claustrophobic. I had a friend. He liked to play in the dark. I didn't listen. Was he narcissistic? I don't think so. It all makes me claustrophobic. You guys are probably wondering what the hell is he talking about? Maybe they left something out when they put his brain back. It's actually a little benchmark for me.

Hi everybody. Welcome to another week. I'm gonna say a few things that will make my friend here squirm. You see, she has a couple of boys. These are some childhood memories I have. Let's just use a few words and feel free to use your imagination. OK, let's start:

Spinning cars, burning airplane, crashing buses. Shooting guns, burning soldiers, and sharpening sticks. Big black Newfoundlands, screaming monkeys, and white faced hornets. Bag of rocks to throw at a hornets nest, a burnt out cabin and running away.

That's about it for this week. I just wanted to share a few things maybe I left out of the blog.

I'll talk to you guys later. I just wanted to keep this blog going.

Love, B. Nice

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Chapter 114 - September 17, 2013

Hi you guys. Just checking in again. We were talking about friends, I forgot to tell you a story. There was a family friend coming into town. He was from the midwest. Anyway, I was showing him around NY before we went out to dinner I suggested we stop by and see some of my friends to have a drink. Anyway, we went to one of my friends apartments and on the way up I was talking about how amazing the apartment is. But the guy from the midwest said, "Hold on, wait a minute! We're going to go to a gay person's apartment?" I say, "Yeah, so what?" The guy from the midwest said, "I've never met a gay person before much less a gay couple." Well, being the demented person I am, I said to him, "Well, there's a first time for everything. Look, there's a couple things you should know. If the younger guy comes up to you he might grab your crotch. If you accept his advances, you, I repeat, you grab his right, I repeat, HIS right nipple, and turn it firmly to the right. If you disagree with his advances, you grab his left nipple and turn it firmly to the left. That's HIS nipple. And for god's sakes, don't get it wrong or you might wind up in the back room. And for heaven sakes, don't let his partner see you because you might end up in a threesome in the back bedroom." Before I could say, I'm just kidding, we reached the floor and my friends were there to greet us. We went right into the apartment. The guy from the midwest was freaked out. He stayed in the kitchen the whole time with his back to the refridgerator. Hell, I couldn't get a beer! Anyway, I told him when we were both in the kitchen, I told him, "I was just kidding, just relax." He kind of laughed nervously. I just thought I should share that story with you cause I thought it was kind of funny.

I'll talk a little bit about traumatic brain injury. I've been swimming a lot, doing swimming therapy. It's so great. You can actually walk. Feels fantastic. I highly recommend it. You know, when you're like this, you get ups and downs. Seems like the weather really affects me.

I'm gonna keep these short. I'll check in with you later. Love, B. Nice

Chapter 113 - September 10, 2013

Hi you guys. I'm BAaaaccck! I bet you thought you got rid of me. You know me. I'm always living in the past. I'll check in once in a while to keep this blog going.

I was inspired to write again because an old friend wrote to me the other day. He reminded me of something. I was staying at his family house in LA. His family graciously opened their house to me. Anyway, the timing was always weird. I would say, "I'm going to LA, " and he would say, "I'm leaving." Is that a hint or what? Anyway, I would arrive in LA and he would leave for a trip somewhere. I moved into my guest room and every morning I'd go outside in my pajamas with a cup of coffee to get the paper. The neighbors came out the same time to get their paper. The point is, I think I got the whole street talking. My friend would leave, I'd move right in. They would always do a double take when looking at me. It was pretty funny.

My friend was a guy I talked about in previous blogs. Anyway, that's it. I just wanted to share that with you and keep this old blog going. I'll check in from time to time.

Oh, I'll talk a little bit about traumatic brain injury... I forgot what I was going to say. I guess brain surgery will do that to you. I'll talk to you, I don't know when, soon. Love, B. Nice