Friday, October 26, 2012

"You're just darn lucky they aren't real!"


 I've been in love with Darren Clark ever since I first laughed with him many years ago. I’m not into guys but even so, I know a few women that would lie down for a sense of humor. Because I am friends with Gary, his partner, our relationship will just be for laughs.
AND he’s the best stylist in town.
I've been finding treasures from Betty Blue's junk shop on Plummer for the past 2 months. A fab pigskin Mexican couch, a device to help one stand on his or her head, gifts for models and friends. One day i suggested to Kim, the owner I shoot a calendar for her shop and the idea evolved into a Mexican Mayan calender that evolved into Katy Awful being shot through her augmented tits by an accidental arrow from Moise (Katy suggested him).
The prep for the shoot was enormous with Katy dyeing her hair fresh pink the nite before 






and me propping the shoot to the extreme. I had four ideas to play from.

I have a huge library of 1950's to 1980's girlie magazines and I found a joke in Adam mag I wanted to duplicate.



Katy and I went down to El Charro but found nothing appropriate. Later, she went looking and sent me some fine examples of Mayan fertility and a fine stick pony pin-up.




The shoot went all day from eleven am to beyond dark in my usual National Park site off Old Spanish Trail.


The Mayan choice was shot last and lite by 3 sets of car lites- high beams.


Katy also came up with a pin up drawing of a young damsel riding her stick horse. My friend Brenna had the horse we needed in her daughter's stable off Main st.







Then we thought of Bernard of Hollywood's Lili St. Cyr in feathers. The best shots were the ones shot behind the scenes.




(I'm at the Anasazi Inn south of Kayenta heading home. More on this shoot to follow)
Back at Bruegger's. This is the photo Kim and her husband Terry (drummer) choose. Good choice I think.


Below are some background beauties.
When I co-raised my two girl kids in San Francisco, my studio was in an old Edwardian mansion on Pacific Ave in lower Pac Heights. The building was mostly law offices and I'm certain the staff knew I was making `dirty' pictures upstairs. One afternoon a secretary came and said a gentleman wanted to see me. I didn't recognize him from the bars and late nite dens of SF but he knew me. He was retiring from the scene and wanted to give me his breasts made of nylon and birdseed. I told Darren I didn't want suggestions...I wanted solutions and he went to work and made fine breasts from the bird seed and nylons I brought.


















I bbq'd some dogs and Katy got to envision what she might look like when she got old and her boobs sagged




Moises and Katy kept snapping pictures with their coca cola camera and Buggs Bunny camera. WOW!



Lunch was delicious or so I was told. It is the journey not the destination


Kim set the table





Father Moises gave our lunch a blessing





then back to work


some important pictorial observations by Kim, owner and brains behind Betty Blue's Junkshop on Plumer. Each time we began one of the four shots I would first wander off from the picnic tables. I ended up doing shots in three different directions.


Moises from the back



Moises from the front


my Mac pro came in handy for us to refer to our reference images while making the shot happen


brilliant photo by Kim





























Friday, October 12, 2012

A Krollish weekend

started with Danny Lyon's lecture and film friday nite at the Creative Center of Photography. He is one of my heros. In 1978, I was in my fancy loft looking up at the Empire stare building just off Fifth Avenue on 29th st in Manhattan. As usual I was broke, dispondent and living with a beautiful young woman. The phone rang and the voice said "hello this is Danny Lyon".
"Fuck you...why would one of my heros be calling me". It turned out that my publisher for my first bk, Sex Objects, had approached Danny about doing a bk and he was calling me to ake about Addison House.
Next I attended his talka dn showing of his film on Bogata, Columbia street kids. That was it for thirty more years till I went early and took a row on the first row. His importance as a documentary photographer was finally properly being recognized. Terry Etherton, who had always championed his wk, had installed an exhibition at his gallery of The Bikeriders (1968). His prints had been affordable not even ten years ago but no longer.
Consistently at the right distance from his subject, Conversations with the Dead (1971) (Texas prison system), Destruction of Lower Manhattan (1969) (buildings levelled to build the World Trade Center), photos taken with SNCC in the violent south in the '60's (The Movement), and Pictures from the New World (1981) are only a few of the vital bks he has done.
I asked a few intelligent questions and later asked him to sign my tattered copies of Conversations and Destruction. We obviously enjoyed are banter together and I went home and reread Pictures and was struck by his facile as a writer. Like Charles Gatewood, and sometimes myself, he brought you with words close to his images. The next day I brought him a broken katchina as my sign of my respect for his work.
Again we spoke well together and I invited him for El Salvadoran breakfast at the Tohono O'Odham swap meet on Drexel on Sunday.


Danny was horrified when I approached an elderly woman that spoke no english. I wanted to shoot her with a teenage Spanish girl at the next table. The old woman refused. Then Danny shot. 


He's sneaky in a good way. He needed the bathroom and went into one of the stalls and I lined up at the urinals. 


the fellow next to me should have stood up straighter and probably would have had seen some of Danny's work. sneaky

We split...he to the Arizona Inn to check out and me to an afternoon party put on by Michelle and Ellie Mayhems at Ellie's fab house. The hostesses changes clothes 3 times each in the 3 hours I was there. Carl Hanni bbq'ed and I watched the gigantic turtle in the heart shaped pool.



a detail found between the two hostesses


Michelle Hotchkiss, one of my favorite Tucson people, selling this selling that...partying here...partying there.





Ellie whose house it was runs elliemayhems.etsy.com (women's &men's Vintage Accessories & Housewares)



an Ellie closet


a detail of Ellie's period guest rm


Ellie's atomic livingroom


an Ellie shelf of vintage detail

I was introduced in cyberspace to Steve and Kim (kimcalnude) by Saunders McNew married to Melanie King whom I used to photograph alot. She's on modelmayhem.com and we planned on shooting but Steve had a unnamed terrible accident and our shoot was delayed 2 yrs until Saturday at 3:30pm we met at Le  Buzz cafe on Tanque Verde and Mt. Lemon rd. It was awkward to shake his hand because he had few fingers. I asked him what happened and he told me he was by himself with his dog working on the engine of his single engine plane. He was wearing gloves and his right hand got  caught in a wire being feed into the propeller and drew his hand into the blades. He tried to get his right hand out and his left hand went in. Alone. Man what strength he has. He shot as I shot his wife but the first shot I asked to do was him caressing his wife's nipple. 



beautiful Kim in white Prada



note where I keep my leica when my hands are occupied


Steve was able to capture me deep in thought

to round out the weekend I received a copy of the very fine New Erotic Photography 2 edited solely by Dian Hanson (TASCHEN). She and I edited NEP 1 and the new one is better. The last photo in y section is of Destany and entitled "homage to Danny Lyon".