September 12, 2023

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Avalanche Area. That was the name of the run, I guess. You see, my friend and I used to go skiing in an area called Courchevel. And by the way, the ski run wasn’t called “Avalanche Area.” It was an actual avalanche area! My friend was crazy, but I followed him blindly everywhere. I was like the little brother. We used to windsurf into open ocean, ski down avalanche areas. It was crazy, but it was fun. I used to go with my friend and his family to Courchevel every winter. We had a great time. I’ll give you an idea of what my friend was like:

One time we were windsurfing in the ocean. We were out pretty far. He did a high speed turn and headed back to the beach. As he went past me, mind you, I was following him, he yelled, “Watch out! There’s a school of sharks!” Well, of course I freaked out. Every peak and every wave I looked at I thought I saw a fin. I did the most careful turn I could and headed back to the beach. Now, getting back to the beach was tough. I had to go upwind in one run. Plus, the waves were huge, so my timing had to be precise. Of course, the last minute of my approach to the beach was not precise. I got rolled pretty bad by a big wave. I got washed up on shore with all my gear, coughing up water. My friend walked over to me and said, “Did you see the sharks?” I replied “No.” He said, “That’s because there were none.” He was getting me back for a trick I played on him with a big spider. We were always playing jokes on each other.

Last I heard, my friend moved to an area called Byron Bay in Australia. That’s a great place. Great surfing and windsurfing. There’s giant sea turtles, sharks, dolphins. It’s a paradise. Nice place to move to. I should give my friend a call. Next time I’ll tell you about the big spider. It was about the size of my hand. It was a real one actually. Not fake. I never heard a grown man scream like a ten year old girl.

Love and miss you guys.

Love, B. Nice

P.S. The kid behind us in the drawing is my friend’s son. One of the funniest things I ever saw was my friend towing his son on a boogie board while he was on a windsurfer. They were going about twenty knots, which is fast for somebody on the water. I never heard a small ten year old kid scream like an adult.

P.P.S. The image of the guy in the snow drift is another friend of ours who couldn’t ski or snowboard very well.

September 5, 2023

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It’s fun. My friend here goes through my collection of journals and just pulls one out at random. Above is the following story:

I used to love wind surfing. You might say I was a bit obsessed with it. Well, my friend was leaving town and he said would you look after my dog, King. I said, sure, no problem. I loved King. He was a cool dog. Anyway, I borrowed my friend’s pick up truck and took King to where I used to go wind surfing. King would just stand in the water and bark and bark and bark and bark. All day long. Hey, he was a good reference marker to jibe around. Kind of like a buoy in competition windsurfing. Anyway, I guess King drank a lot of water. Well, after a day of windsurfing, we all went out to lunch at a local clam bar. All the tables were outside. It was a beautiful evening. King was restless in the truck so I tied him up to our table. Well…King started shaking. His back arched like the Sydney harbor bridge and his tail went straight up in the air. I thought, this can’t be good. And, sure enough, as if on cue, he released a day’s worth of saltwater and waste onto the table next to me. The table was full of kids having a birthday. The father at that table was not impressed. He was downright angry. Now, I love this part because I’ve always wanted to say this. The guy yelled at me. He said, “Your dog just shit all over my children.” I replied, “That’s not my dog.”

Love, B. Nice

August 29, 2023

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My friend here goes to my suitcase full of diaries and just picks out a book, opens it and here we go. I’m gonna talk to you about Mexico.

Mexico was one of my favorite places to do a photoshoot. I have many many stories. One of my favorites is this: I was shooting on a street in an obscure village. I looked to my left and I saw the most amazing painting hanging on the wall. Well, I stopped the photoshoot and knocked on the front door. An old lady answered. I asked her if she spoke English. She said, “Yes.” I asked her about that amazing painting. She said, “Oh, my husband made it.” It turns out the guy was from New Mexico and was from Taos. The Taos modernists were amazing painters. Anyway, I ended up buying the painting for next to nothing. The guy said he had to make his rent. What an artist. 80 years old and he had to make the rent. Crazy. Anyway, the painting hangs in my house now.

Just one of many stories from Mexico.

Love, B. Nice

August 8, 2023

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I call death, “Catching the Bus.” Look, we all catch the bus one day. Some earlier than others. I’ve almost caught the bus several times. I always seem to miss the bus, thank God. One time I missed the bus was my very first photography trip. It was crazy. Now, I can’t tell you the whole story because I made a promise not to tell the story. But I can tell you that my fashion team and I were hunted. That’s almost comical when I say it out loud. But, yeah. We were hunted. I can assure you it’s not a comfortable feeling. The nights are brutal. But, the daytime, like when you’re in a crowd, is even worse. Talk about paranoia and being thrown into the deep end! I found the only way to alleviate the paranoia is heavy drugs. Just kidding. No. The only way to alleviate the paranoia is to remove yourself from the area. We took a boat and went down the coast. It was a relief to get away from everyone. Although, our model had a weird bonding experience with our driver. She called her husband in London and ended their relationship and stayed behind with the driver. I said to her, “Jane! What are you doing? When we leave, it’s gonna be a crazy life for you.” I mean, the house we were staying in had automatic assault rifles everywhere. It was a crazy trip. I later saw Jane at a party in London a few years later. She said to me, “Don’t mention the trip. I’m back together with my husband. It’s a sore subject.” I said, “Ya think?” Anyway. That’s all I’m gonna say about that subject. I feel nauseous just thinking about it.

I’ll change the subject for a minute.

When I was a kid, my parents sent me on a trip with my good friend. We biked throughout England, Northern France, Belgium and The Netherlands. We would bike from youth hostel to youth hostel. It was a great experience for a kid. The trip ended in Amsterdam. One of the kids on our trip went out to score some hash. He was gonna smuggle it back in his bike frame. What an idiot. Anyway the block of hash he bought turned out to be a block of licorice. That was some expensive licorice and a good life lesson.

Talk to you guys next week. Love, B. Nice

July 25, 2023

Hi you guys! Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past.

Now this blog kind of is related to the blog I just did (July 18, 2023-present). The story is basically related to my door jams.

One day a few years back, (at my old house), I was sitting in the door jam. My aide was a very large woman who said, “Let me squeeze past you.” Now, mind you, it was a very very hot day and we had no air conditioning. She was basically a giant sponge. Well, she decided to squeeze past me. Oh My God~! I felt like I was in hell! Not only did I get squeegeed by excess body run-off, but I was also assaulted by many many different folds of skin. Just another reason to widen your doorways.

Love and miss you guys. Talk to you soon.

Love, B. Nice