Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Stop Making Sense

My daughter Leah splashed through Tucson with her friend, Hallie recent graduate from the masters program in architecture from Harvard. Everytime I tried to pin the girls down as to what time they would arrive or which way they were going I got "Dad!!..I'm just a passanger". (Leah has no license. Never had one). I know they were in Richmond, Virginia then Nashville, Tennessee then New Orleans so I moved the "meet my daughter Leah (30 friends) breakfast" to Monday morning 8 to 10 am at Jim Reed's casa with pool. I called twenty four hours b4 Monday and she again said "Dad!..." We're in Austin and we'll never make by Monday morning." Great.
I cancelled.
But not well enough. I went swimimng with a mermaid with my phone. SO dead phone. No internet at home and Rachel and Kiana and Cactus Mike never heard the cancellation and showed up with a nude Jim in the shower. Shit!
Monday afternoon I phone Leah and Hallie answers Leah's phone. Hah?
 "Leah's driving".
"Oh, she has a learner's permit".
What! Hallie you will be working for someone else for the rest of your life if Leah's gets into an accident without a license. Therefore no insurance.
"We both have to pee. We'll stop soon".
"What! Pull over and switch"
I offer to pay for a motel so the sole driver, Hallie, can rest.
I have images of when I rolled my Toyota Tacoma on interstate 10 at Benson at 4 am at 60 mph. I call my ex wife which I don't do any longer and she knows Leah is driving and it also upsets her but she says Leah told her I let her drive.
What! I let Lerah drive on a remote road in northern Michigan many years ago.
I meet them at Zona 78 off Tanque Verde and Jim Reed has come along. Leah is fashion casual perfect and the two girls are covered in tattoos. Leah has "415" etched into the side of her hand. At least its not "143".

I'm excited to begin the long process of alerting my two duaghters to the value of the collection I have amassed so after dinner we caravan to my place which used to be Leah's grandmother's and is now a moveable feast tzunami.

I warn them to not be caught in the tide 

The three come in and I go itno my bedroom to turn on lights. Moments later I come back out and Jim says (bewildered) Leah left crying.
I go out and find her in the driveway and she says her and Hallie are having their periods and she is volatile. Yeah but what triggered tears. She doesn't want to talk about but wants to see Jim's work that I have been pontificating about over dinner.
Stymied and confused I don't want to drive. I want to get sympathy from Jim who is also a dad. He drives us. The girls follow us to Jim's and they are mesmerized by his period house. Oh well, i think, this is really working out. 

Hallie is worried about rattlesnakes and scorpions but it isn't until she sees Jim's art of women in prom dresses that she turns away horrified. The "Uncanny Valley" she explains.
Wikipedia says The uncanny valley is a hypothesis in the field of human aesthetics which holds that when human features look and move almost, but not perfectly, like natural human beings, it causes a response of revulsion among human observers. (ie Hallie). The term was coined by the robotics professor Masahiro Mori as Bukimi no Tani Genshō (不気味の谷現象) in 1970. The hypothesis has been linked to Ernst Jentsch's concept of the "uncanny" identified in a 1906 essay, "On the Psychology of the Uncanny".[5][6][7] Jentsch's conception was elaborated by Sigmund Freud in a 1919 essay entitled "The Uncanny" ("Das Unheimliche").[8]

on the floor of Jim's studio

We had to emphasis NOT tpo step on rattlesnakes and to follow Jim's lead. follow the Arnold Palmer white robe.

note the resemblance to the Legend of Sleepy Hollow (I grew up down the street in Briarcliff Manor, westchester)

Friday, July 26, 2013

The Most Beautiful Woman in the San Francisco Bay area got married and I swear I felt a tremor when they tied the knot

To me, the minute I saw Helena (many years ago now) I felt I was watching the actress Capucine

 from "Walk On The Wild Side" with a baby Jane Fonda and Lawrence Harvey. She has never stopped capturing my imagination and my camera. I've seen her get hurt then angry in a daylite Kingman, Arizona bar,  I watched her appear to be swimming with the sharks at the Golden Nugget in Vegas, and cry at the end of FRESH when the boy knows he will never see his dad, played by Samuel Jackson, whose a chess player in Washington sq park and I've heard her laugh almost everywhere we have been together.
It is hard to let go of a muse because she lives mainly in my imagination. But she met her soul mate and he IS the perfect guy for her. She is finally becoming the woman I thought she was the first time I saw her.

"Helena Is Special"

homage to a B.B. movie moment where B.B. is on a ladder looking for a bk

"Men Are Pigs" (based on an early english story with drawings). These two ModelMayhem beauties were being shot by my SF friend Brian Sullivan at a fancey Japanese modern/traditional downtown hotel. They greeted me at the door of the room they were shooting in NAKED except for high heels. Some San Francisco moments I won't forgive or forget.

two photos by my friend John Running in his studio up in Flagstaff, Az

Helena in Vegas at the Golden Nugget

more recently in her loft in Oakland

Tuesday, July 23, 2013


The first time I saw Dia I was with David Segiel. I thought she was the earth mother. She radiated sensuality without attempting to. I no longer see David and it took a long time to photograph, but she is worth the wait. I'm acquainted with her long time boyfriend, filmmaker Andrew and when I first approached Dia, he told me he had heard bad things about me. Later he said he made that up...he simply didn't want me to photograph her.
Then I went to her masked biorthday party where Robert Villa played his violin over her b cake and her dad danced all nite. I wanted her in my Tucson women series and finally she came- exhausted but there.
There had been a recent sadness in her family and it showed. The tequila helped. But the sun also sets and she and Andrew were on their way to Hawaii for a month. It helped that the late afternoon I shot, Robert Villa,her friend and neighbor, was also there with his pet rattlers.

Try and see what I could/can see.

Dia in the white dress

Dia in the gold dress

people react to being photographed and I can't get the unblocked photo. the model, ie is too much aware of my camera. Maybe after years I will get her so accustomed to me shooting her she will be unaffected. Mostly I felt like I was holding back a whild horse who only wanted to horse around and be light.

I wanted something else and I'm certain I haven't gotten it yet. Perhaps hints of her beauty, but not full on.

Dia in the black dress

its my party and if one is tired of Dia In A Black Dress one can slip this series

obladi oblada life goes on, brah!