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We really should get a refund. WTF.
Tests, tests, tests. That's what I've been up to lately, both sides of the camera. The shoot in Fremont went ok, I don't think the photographer liked me at all. First, my hair wasn't as "blonde" as she wanted it, then, she told the makeup artist to put extra foundation on me (my skin isn't that bad), and then wished my hair was longer. She even put an awful wig on me for some of the shots. I looked like a drag-queen (with little feet). She saw my most recent headshots. So there should have been no suprises. Anyway, I saw how even with awesome studio lighting, one can make a model look really bloody boring.
I've shot five girls in the past couple weeks. It's interesting using only strobes and no hot-lights. We've also picked uo two sweeeet 4' Kinoflow banks that I've yet to use. It's hard navigating all the equipment, and wrangling a PA is even harder.
Dana posed for me at the W, and I had my first real experience matching different light sources in color and exposure. I don't care too much for the first set, and my favorites are the ones of her on the bed. She looks angelic and naughty at the same time. That Monday, I went to Janice's house to shoot. OMG, I hadn't been to a college student's house in a long time. The place was fucked up. It was dark, dirty, small, and by far the strangest layed-out house I've been to in San Francisco. The landlords did some seriously flaggable things on the lower floor. We shot upstairs in the living room, and the shots of her at the cat were my favorites. Kitty was very playful and found a way to get into my light box when I set it up (I held my breath in fear that she might scratch inside).
On Wednesday I headed down to my friend Lisa's apartment, which has AWESOME views. So, of course we played to the windows. The first shots in white I'm not that crazy for. They could have been better, and especially so if she didn't take so long getting her face on. If a model is doing her own makeup, I ask that they at least have a base on before I get there! The sun moved quickly and I was bummed out a little. Buuut, I did like all the shots in the bedroom. The wine glass wasn't my idea :) The mardi-gras setup was...
Last week I shot portraits for my EMT class, since we have IDs for our ridealongs. They were a lot of fun, those who chickened out and left after lunch, sorely missed out. We were all jazzed up after doing our scenarious in vehicles, and did our best to break each other while posing.
Then I went to Sacramento to shoot two close girlfriends of mine. They were both and blast to see and shoot, and I learned more after shooting them. Out of the 36 each I posted, I really only like 2-3 or each. Jessica was interesting too, since she was posing in lingerie and she's never modeled at all before (except for me). She loosened up and then became a little tense again. During the last set, her arse was out the window and she was a little afraid that the teenage boys at the pool would see her. The boys didn't look up the entire time - strobes going off out the window, half-naked hottie on the balcony. So oblivious!
I also had an awesome dinner with my Mum and saw my Father for a moment before I headed back home. I feel so idle this week. I can't wait to get back to work (and no, not the weekend gigs).
We ended up having our holiday party at the Clift instead of Supperclub, which is fine...we've been there before. I guess I had just hoped for the new venue, but I think "the walk" is ultimately why the Clift stayed top choice. After mingling, eating, drinking for a few hours, everyone heads back up Geary to Slide/Ruby, we turn on the music, and it stays open bar until the last person standing. There's a lot of "lettin' loose" since after everyone works in a nightclub and has to watch everyone else party all year, this is our time to do what we want.
The bad part about this is alcohol. I don't really drink that much, if not at all as of late, and when I do, it's always nasty the next day.
Seriously nasty. The last time I drank was at the Mansion party back in November. I had six shots of Patrón in four hours. Sunday night I had two vodka-crans, two shots of Jäger, and a shot of chilled Ketel in about five hours. I don't know what I was thinking...but I spent the entire next day in bed and it totally sucked-ass. I can't imagine how people drink every weekend. When I worked at Ruby we'd sneak a shot or two in over the weekend, but since working at Slide I don't drink a drop. No particular reason why...I could if I wanted to, just don't. Maybe it's the fear of slipping on the wooden floor in my stilleto boots. "Moderation is key", I tell myself, and apparently since I don't know how to imply it, hence just going for it like I'm fucking invicible. That's how I think of it, too, "I am super-woman, bring it ON!". I remember the last time I actually threw up was years ago in Vancouver on NYE, where I had one-too-many leeche martinis and a shot of fucking hypnotic that the cocktail waitress gave us. I still hate her for that. While Ford and our friends were off shopping the next day, I was in bed watching bad Canadian television and eating whatever I could muster from room service. I felt really bad, forcibly anti-social.
All in all, the party on Sunday was a blast, but I'm sticking to weed next time. I've never had a hangover from that.
For more photos, see my drunkeness, and more awesome shots from the Clift by Daniel Kokin.
An assortment of yummy junkfood to share with my coworkers at Slide.
