August 6, 2024

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I’m sure I told you, but I love it when my friend here picks out one of my journals and opens it up and we talk about the page.

Above is a cartoon I did when I was photographing for Red Magazine. Red Magazine is out of London. We were in Greneda. Great spot. Actually, it’s the only area I could really photograph swimwear. Like the Bahamas can be cold. The Turks & Caicos can be cold. You really have to go south like to Greneda. If you really want heat and beautiful water, go to Greneda.

I look like I’m in shock in this drawing because I was going out with one of the models on the shoot. After I booked her for the shoot, she told me that we were breaking up and she had a boyfriend in London. I was kind of in shock, but I had to be professional and do great photos of her. I think Karma caught up with her though, because she spent the entire trip with her new boyfriend on the phone. Her phone bill was crazy high, like 2 grand or 3 grand. The fashion editor had to talk down the price with the manager. The bill was crazy high. I think if I did a drawing of her she would have the same look on her face.

Man, I remember this trip. Now, they worked my ass off. The way I shot with them was I would do tons of stock images for them. There were no specific stories, but I would shoot things like nice skin, beautiful hair, water, sand. You get the idea. It was basically two weeks of non-stop shooting. I can’t remember how many models we brought in, but we shot a lot of film. The scariest thing I’ve ever seen was my photo assistant who’s in this cartoon, he only had on his speedo bathing suit and his film belt. He looked like he was naked with just the film belt on. I don’t know why, but the image is burned into my brain.

Anyway, we had fun on that shoot, even though we worked really hard.

That’s about all for this week. Oh, yeah, I know it’s on about the past, but I’m getting a new wheelchair. The whole process takes forever. I think I started the process about two months ago, and then get my new chair in about two months more from now. Crazy, right?

Anyway, I won’t elaborate more, but I will have a drink. Love and miss you guys.

Love, B. Nice

July 30, 2024

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

Man, I had a great job! I basically picked where I wanted to go and photograph. Santa Fe was one of my favorite spots. We always had amazing skies, and the light was beautiful. It’s also where I discovered a fake snake could scare the shit out of someone. I used to hide a fake snake behind the toilet. Attach a fishing line to it and pull it out right when someone sat down. I used to get in a lot of trouble.

Oh yeah, and in Santa Fe, the food was amazing. I would go there for vacation if I could, but I’m not allowed to go that high anymore.

Go Check it out for Me! Have a good week. Love and miss you guys.

Love, B. Nice

July 23, 2024

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

I love it. My friend here goes to my bookshelf and pulls out one of my journals. She flips through the pages and picks a random cartoon I did. Then I talk about the cartoon. What it was, and the story behind it.

Man, I had a great job. Probably the best job you could have. I went to amazing places, met amazing people, just took pictures and got paid very well for the pictures. Now when we went to these amazing locations, I often would buy something like a bike or surfboard or something like that. I guess you could say I was a big kid. Anyway, I was in Aspen on this catalog shoot when I bought an amazing mountain bike. It was cool. We would work all day and I’d go for a mountain bike ride. There was a fellow photographer there who is now a good friend of mine. He also bought a mountain bike, but one night he came to dinner, it looked like he had gotten in a fight with a mountain lion. I guess he went on a pretty steep hill.

That’s about it for this week. I’m going to keep it short. I love it when I go through my journals. It reminds me of the good old days. Do I sound old or what?

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

June 25, 2024

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

Ah, relationships. My friend here reminded me that she’s made it to 30 years of marriage. She deserves a gold metal. But I’m gonna dedicate this blog to relationships. I’ll tell you one reason why my brain exploded.

When I first moved to New York I started dating a young woman who was a model I worked with frequently. She was very cool. The only problem was, she was bat-shit crazy. I explained to my roommate, I was going to break up with her. And in his heavy French accent he said, “eeef you're going to do this, you should do this in public.”

Well, in my infinite wisdom, I decided to have this conversation at my favorite restaurant. Now, you remember, New York restaurants in the 90’s were tightly packed. They were pretty much elbow to elbow with the table next to you. (I’m just setting the atmosphere here.) Well, we sat down, we had a nice meal, and I brought up “the conversation.” I said, I don’t think things are working out between us. She stood up and said, “Oh my god! You’re breaking up with me!” The whole restaurant went quiet. She yelled at me, “No one breaks up with ME!” (I almost said, well there’s a first time for everything, but I wisely didn’t say this.) She said, “You know what, I don’t accept this. Let’s go home.” I sheepishly followed her out the door. She got in the cab and I threw the cab driver 50 bucks and said, “Go Go Go.” She looked out the back window and I didn’t need to lip-read, but they said something like, “You mother fucker!” I went back into the restaurant and the maitre’d said, “You have unusual dating habits.” I drank a lot of tequila that night.

I saw her on the street one day, and she was staring at me. She walked up to me and just stared at my face. That was rather awkward. What I took away from this was, never say, “There’s a first time for everything.”

Love, B. Nice

June 4, 2024

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

You know, my life is hard. Sometimes I feel like an ant in honey. So, I often think about my past. It gets me through the day and gives me a laugh sometimes.

I call the shot above, “Swim 4 your Life.” I was really known for photographing beauty on the beach. You know, skin, hair, sand, sun - that sort of thing. I was also known for shooting underwater. Well, this particular shoot, above, I photographed a model wearing swimwear in the waves. Everything was going good until a gigantic wave came. I didn’t say anything to the girl, cause I wanted to get a great shot. Well, I kind of underestimated the size of the wave. It hit the model with such force that it blew off her swimsuit. She got rolled several times and ended up on the beach stark naked. Man, was she pissed off. I thought it was rather funny. Anyway, we never did find that swim suit.

My friend here just asked me if I got rolled by the wave, but I knew to go underwater and miss out on all the action. And oh yeah, I had an underwater camera. My friend here just said that should have been the model’s first clue, that I had an underwater camera. Funny, I never did work with that model again.

I’ll talk to you guys next week. I’m kind of tired because I’ve been on the phone for 4 hours working on better home healthcare. I made a little progress. My goal is to increase the pay for home healthcare workers so that more people want to do this job. Check out the video below.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

HELP: a plea for home health aides from Adam Hall on Vimeo.