August 24, 2022

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

Everything will be all right in the end. And if it’s not all right, it’s not the end. That’s a bit of a cliche but I used to say it to myself all the time when I was lying in bed in the hospital. You’ll find if you’re in a bad way, in the hospital, little things like this old saying will help you get through some tough stuff. I also would do things like change lyrics to songs. Remember I couldn’t move at all. I was basically trapped in my own body. It was kind of a nightmare. The only thing that worked on me was my hearing. I used to listen to songs and change the lyrics. Here’s two examples:

Get up Stand up! Stand up for your life! Get up Stand up don’t give up the fight.

Send me an angel that flies from my darkness, send me an angel that flies from my darkness I’ll make you a photo of an old rodeo

Just had my daughter who I hold on to. This way of living is a hard way to go.

Stuff like that helps you get through the rough stuff, It’s kind of corny but it works.

That’s about all for now. Next week I’ll tell you about the time I handed an art director the wrong envelope and spoiled her surprise birthday party. There were only 150 people at the surprise party. If they only knew I was the spoiler alert. I drank a lot of tequila that night.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

July 27, 2022

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. At least the things I can tell you..

We traveled all over the place. We, meaning fashion magazines and fashion shoots. Many times we went to places where foreigners were definitely not welcomed. A few places that I specifically remember are Guam, New Caledonia, and Tunisia.

Now, Guam is a bizarre place. It is pretty much cut in half. One half is the US military base. The other half is the indigenous people. Now, being on a fashion shoot, we all piled in the van and went to the indigenous people’s side. When we got there, oh man, the vibe was not good for us. We only stayed for a short time. Guam is a surreal place. Now a lot of Japanese honeymooners go there. On the main strip there’s all these signs of Japanese girls in bikinis with an M-16 on their hip. You can shoot an M-16 automatic assault rifle for a dollar a bullet. Totally normal right?

Oh, the other place was New Caledonia, (Nouméa). I think I told you this before, but I wanted to shoot on the beach, but the fashion editor insisted on shooting in the rain forest. Well, I didn’t argue. We all got in the location van and drove up to the rain forest. We got up into the mountains and were stopped by some Kanack rebels. They had a World War II 50 caliber machine gun trained on me. After I nervously told them what I was doing, we both agreed it would be best if I went back to the hotel with everyone else, of course.

Oh! and the last one was Tunisia. I told you already, I think, but everyone kept asking me if there were any American's on my crew. You see, I was shooting for Elle Québèc (Canadian Elle). Well, I was playing a video game at a bar with our driver. He stopped the game, looked at me, and looked at the game and looked at me again and said, and said, “Are you sure you’re not American? You kill everything like an American does.” I nervously said, “No mate! I’m from Australia.” Anyway, I’ve got lots of other stories. It’s sad we have to lie about where we come from, but that’s the way it is out there.

Next time I’ll tell you about my pleasant visit to Iran, South America, and, believe it or not, Canada, where they held me at Customs and made me write and essay about why I was a bad boy. That’s another story.

Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice

May 18, 2022

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Above is a cartoon I did about coffee. Man, I loved coffee, and I still do to this day. I often think about the awesome places I’ve had coffee. London, Paris, New York, Sydney, Tokyo, Hawaii, Malaysia, just to name a few. And believe it or not, you know what’s the strongest coffee? Miami. Can you believe it? Cuban coffee in Miami is like jet fuel. I used to have a couple of coffees in the morning there before shooting. I felt like I could run back to New York, carrying a port-o-potty on my back, of course.

That’s all for this week. There’s a lot going on at present, but I’ll blog about it later, in my blog about the present.

Love and miss you guys.

Love, B. Nice

May 11, 2022

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend here who’s writing this for me. She’s a big help, and believe me, I need all the help I can get.

OK, so I’m gonna share with you one other relationship story.

I was dating this young woman who was with one of New York City’s premier modeling agencies. The agency was having a big event and we were invited. We sat at a table with another photographer I knew. I was talking to my girlfriend. All of a sudden, she got hit on the head with something. Whatever hit her on the head landed on the table. I picked up whatever hit her on the head. It was heavy man. It was a battery pack from a video camera, and it was covered in blood. I looked at my girlfriend. She looked like she was in shock, and then all of a sudden, it looked like something out of a horror movie. Blood started pouring out of her hairline, all over her face. It was crazy. 911 was called and we rushed out to the front. It was total chaos. For whatever reason, the bouncer grabbed me. A bit of argument between me and him ensued and my girlfriend said, “No, he’s with me.” We jumped into the ambulance and sped off to the nearest ER. (Most ambulances will take you to the closest ER.) Anyway, the ER we went to was a strange ER. It was a weird hospital. We were in the ER and apparently, someone left a door open on the psych ward which was a few floors above us. Anyway, one of the psych patients, for whatever reason, found her way to our room. The patient thought I was a doctor, and that my name was Luke, from the 1980 soap “General Hospital.” (That was an interesting conversation.) Anyway, someone came and got her. They did some scans on my girlfriend and patched her up. She was OK. We decided to get a bite to eat, so we went to a local diner I knew. I still remember the name of it. It was the Empire Diner. Anyway, there were a few party goers in there. It must have been about 5 in the morning. It was a real editorial sight, I’m sure. We were both all dressed up. She looked beautiful but covered in dried blood. I wish I had my camera. It would have been an awesome shot.

Here we go with the thought of the nervous tick again. And you wonder why I’ve been married so many times. Anyway, I’m gonna try to go make some emails. Talk to you guys soon. Love and miss you all.

Love, B. Nice

April 27, 2022

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

A friend of my family stopped by. Actually, he’s a friend of my Da'd’s. He stops in once in a while to check in on me. Anyway, for whatever reason, we started talking about past relationships. He was curious about my previous relationships. I felt my old nervous tick coming on. (I used to have a nervous tick where I’d twitch my nose like a rabbit.) Anyway, I’ll share one relationship with you. It was crazy. It was when I lived in Paris, in the ‘90’s. I dated a French actress (that should reveal everything to you). The girl was cool though. She ran with a, well, let’s say, different crowd. I’ll set the mood for you. I think I told you this before, but I was at a dinner party with this crowd and the girl next to me started talking to me. I made small talk and asked her, “What are you doing this weekend?” She said, “Oh, I’m taking daddy’s jet. I’m going to London for a party. What are you doing this weekend?” I said, “Me? What am I doing this weekend? I’m doing my laundry.” It was fun going out with this young woman though. She actually came from a very famous French family. She was a distant relative of a famous French impressionist. You would know the name if I told you. It was kind of cool, because everywhere we went we would get good service at restaurants. Good tables, that sort of thing. Then we broke up and I got stuck in the back corner with the payphone and the coats.

I’ll share with you one other story with my adventures between her and I. She wanted to go stay at a “friend’s” house just outside of Paris. Well, we took the train to a small village just outside of Paris. She said it was a bit of a walk to her “friend’s” house. Oh man! I felt like I was on the Butan death march. It must have been a couple of marathons before we got there. Then, the guy, her “friend,” kept staring at me. He didn’t say much, he just stared at me. Then she told me he was a little “off” because he used to be an MI-5 agent. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep much.

I’m gonna leave it at that, because if I share anymore stories I’m gonna start drinking again, and I’m not supposed to drink with my meds.

Love and miss you guys,

Love, B. Nice