Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Its 2 eighteen am and I'm between sleeping posts in the Atlanta airport main lobby

As might happen my Delta flight was delayed coming out of LaGuardia in New York and I missed my connection in Atlanta for Tucson, my home. It is 112 degrees where I live so maybe sleeping amongest the travelers and homeless at the airport is a blessing. I fly out tomorrow and arrive in Tucson near noon and I have a reservation at the Shady Dell in Bisbee by 3 pm. Im staying in the 1950 Spartanette and shooting my friend Tatum.


Two days ago I spent the day at Philip Johnson's glass house

 outside New Caanan, Conn, introduced by my sister Lisa

two days before that I went to the Met and saw Irving Penn's exhibit. They had his travelling background and my daughter Leah shot me with her phone in front of it.



none of these things remind me of my El Salvadoran restaurant at the swap meet on Dexler but Im putting it here anyway because its almost 3 am in Atanta.


Before I left for NYC to see family and a few friends (based on the advice from Kurt Vonnegut's purported commencement speech ("sunscreen") I sent Cy, my assistant, into my local Subways next to the Bashas's supermarket I'm no longer allowed in. I gave him $10 to buy himself lunch and when I joinded him minutes later with his earning there was a man with his young son waiting to order food. The young man behind the counter saw me and yelled "get out....you're not allowed in here. You took a photograph of one of our workers and she didnt want to be photographed."
I was embarrassed and freaked by his reaction. I remember asking and taking one photo of a young blonde woman. I left getting the phone number for his boss. I called the boss and explained I had just been kicked out of my local subways for taking a photo of a worker that I thought agreed to let me take her photo.  He knew of the incident agreed with me that he had no right to tell me to leave.
 For whatever reason this occurrence turned me away from taking photos as I have done all my professional photographer life. Danny Lyons nor Robert Frank could do today what they did decades ago and neither can I. The Subway incident drove me back iinside to my long ignored archive.


my artist friend Kayla when I lived in Silver Lake district of LA.


my friend Maya on Fillmore st in SF before she got married


big Sarah ock climbing in heels



Skye putting on her make-up



Nancy Lewis (part of my collection)

I guess I'll go find me another abandoned chair to sleep on. I dont see myself travelling by plane to New York City for another several years. It bad for my sleeping pattern.







Tuesday, May 30, 2017

From Tumblr to Vice

My good friend (and producer) Nadine Roselle was working with a crew from Vice.com in Aravaca, Az and they were going to be finished with their border doc in time to shoot something else while in Tucson. Nadine recommended me and two days later after Nadine's birthday they came to my house. In the meantime I had been in LA visiting my visiting French photographer friend , Robert Chouraqui and his nephew Yann in Joshua Tree, and going to galleries and slutwear shops along Hollywood blvd with my host photographer Dave Naz. Veronica Fernandez put a shot of me on instagram and my life (in LA) changed. Jeremy Danger
(JeremyDanger and his beautiful make-up artist)


saw it and asked me to be a victim in his vampire film

(note the chocolate on my tender cheeks)shot with my camera by Travis
. Breakfast on Veronica at Fred Segal's. Then before leaving back to Tucson I went to luch with my writer friend Elia Katz at Mandarin.
Most people are frightened of porn. I am not and I find tumblr to be a great source of porn and art.
 I found a shot of a woman wearing a chastity belt under her bikini. It wasnt until later that I learned it was a `doctored' photo of Lindsay Lohan.
. I wanted to do a similar photo and when Vice asked to come film me I thought of Tatum in a chastity belt with a bikini covering part of it. I caught 4 hours of fitful sleep at Motel 6 in Blythe.

then south to Tonopah for the hot baths. This is an abandoned building I have shot many of my favorite models like Katy and Melanie (separately)

and graffiti on one of the walls


then onto Gila Bend and breakfast burrito at Sofie's on the westside of town.





Two hours after I got back from a LA, Billy on camera and Chloe

 producing were at my house. then came Tatum. The shoot went excellent and she looked magnificent and secure in her chastity. I suggested they interview me with Tatum changing
(Tatum in velvet sequenced outfit from Love Lady on Hollwood)

a crazy see thru leotard from Lady Love.


Tatum returning to the set wearing new mesh leotard and heels


Tatum trying on various pokadot bikini bottoms from my collection



Tatum adjusts her chastity belt

outfits behind me. I opened a box of Kroll erotica and a box of Kroll artists and flipped through some while Tatum changed clothes behind me.




Fortunately, Billy had his tool kit

and he was able to length it and it fit her eventually on her waist. Chloe helped to get the lock to work.

Went over to the pool and made some more delicious shots. 


Tatum safely on her way to the community pool

Tatum checks out Fetish Girls

Tatum walks around the pool

Forever the bad boy, I had Tatum read the community pool rules



. After I had shot all I could think of I asked Billy if he had an idea and he suggested she go for a swim. brillilliant. Thanks Billy



postscript: to get your own chastity belt A! please go to freshfetish.net. They are not expensive but she will feel so much more secure.





Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Travelling To Joshua Tree to see my old friend Robert Chouraqui

If one reads my blog they know I seek out time to spend again with old friends. I did it with Bob Richardson, my lifelong friend from Bard College ('64 to '66) at Canyon de Chelly, Sherry Stein, my old girlfriend from University of Colorado ('66-'69) at Monument Valley and now my favorite French friend Robert Chouraqui from Paris (the '70s) in Joshua Tree.
Unfortunately, it takes me longer to pack for a week on the road. 150 more or less bikinis and one pieces. crazy black vintage fetish outfits, two blow up sex dolls etc. Instead of leaving at 10 am as planned I leave at 8 pm after breakfast (cheese omelette
)at Frank's
on Pima. I think to call Motel 6 in Twenty nine Palms and say I'll be late. She says she'll hold the room for me till 5 am and I tell that is ridiculous.
Not wanting to buy a map I look at a road atlas in a gas station along interstate 10 and the map shows a road going north out of Blythe (95) which intersects rt. 62 and head west to Twenty nine Palms.
I get on 95 and drive and drive and drive with little to no traffic and a star covered black sky that betters the Natural History museum Planetariium. Finally at 2 am I get spooked and stop and use the call box
and the operator switches me to a highway patrolman who says I havent gone far enough!! This is alfter passing the spookiest sign for "LOST LAKE".  These Hills Have Eyes is all I can see till highway 62 looms up and I take it.
I arrive at 4:45 am into the Motel six parking lot.
After a fitful 2 hours I meet Robert Chouraqui and his nephew in the lobby of the Holiday Inn Express. Robert and his nephew Yann wants to eat there and I kill that idea and ask the desk clerk where the hip breakfast place is and we drive west to Joshua Tree to the CrossRoads cafe and there is tattooed exotic tall blonde Brittany
. She's a model
and I suggest she let Mykal Binds use his Japanese bondage techniques on hanging her from a boulder. She hesitates and as of 4:09 she hasnt answered my emails and calls.
The food was great
. The waitress
was great.
Two out of three ain't bad.
I'm rushing to meet Nathan Sabatino, record producer husband of Colleena, my former gallerist from Tucson.More later

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Whatever the f ck it is that I need, this isn't it

I have a few friends that watch television and some friends more that go to movies incessantly. When I find it (the internet) I go to tumblr. That's where my photo ideas come from. That's where I find humor and erotica. This wise cartoon came from http://cuddleninja.tumblr.com/archive.


You hve no idea how many women I sent this to

I've written of the importance of my new friend Tatum. How she brought me Joey and her sister. She told me she was jello wrestling with Kayla to raise money for AIDS awareness so I volunteered to shoot the two ladies prior to the jello fight (off 4th avenue this past Saturday). They came to my house and we shot. I thought one woman hosing the other over her under clothes would raise money. It did. Over 5 hundred dollars!


Kayla and Tatum arm and arm


Kayla primes her hose


Tatum gets hosed




Tatum gets soaks. The role playing aspect of the hosing came from a time I was hosting two girl friends out in my house in East Marion Long Island. Christine was huge and beautiful and had been to Attica prison from defenetrating an intruder in the East Village of NYC and Vanessa, though a part time `dom' was consideably smaller than Christine. They were both wearing vintage girdles, hose and  heels and it became a garden hose fight and Christine ruled. with in short order the front of Vanessa was soaked and I could see her give in to the more powerful Christine. I won't forget that scene nor the one between Kayla and Tatum in my backyard.