Again I left Tucson last Thursday and slept at rest stops to Santa Monica then a nite on Jon Schwartz's couch and breakfast at Cori's on Ocean with my former master's program student Amy Sampson...pregnant. I believe outrageous mother shots should be taken for the child to enjoy in adulthood and so did Amy.
I was thrilled to make such beautiful images. Amy is wearing a "Brigette Bardot" from Syren courtesy of Steve Diet Goedde.
Then she went her way and I went mine to meet up 5 hours later in Atwater village at my former SVA student Patrick Paeper's bkstore Alias East.
Amy selecting another book below Richard Prince's art.
That night I attended Kayla's video collaboration shown at the Well as part of LA Fashion week. Her brilliance becomes more apparent every time I come to LA.
through the years I have managed to photograph Kayla on a number of couches.
her collaboration video with Guillaume Wolf at the Well
an iphone is a photographers lighting assistant
after two bands
Kayla and I went outside on the rooftop and sat against the far wall. After a bit I noticed a short red skirt almost almost up against the back of my head. I asked Kayla if she thought the girl wearing the short red skirt would mind me running my hand up inside her skirt. We laughed and after a time we both left the Well with Kayla joing her friends and me and Durmel wandering...right up to the red skirt and her friends. I felt an immediate connection to Nathan from Lexington, Kentucky (Leah's bf is from Lexington) and Nathan was way wacky enough for me. Lola was married and Astrid was the wife of Nathan. Everyone spoke slurred French and English.
Everyone wants to go to the Ace Hotel rooftop bar and, naturally, there is a long line. I approach the gate guy and explain I am too old to wait in line and he lets us in and up we go to the pool bar. Nathan keeps buying me drinks while him and Durmel try and cause trouble with the young ladies.
international Kentucy relations
I have to drive all day the next day to my opening at the Shooting gallery so Durmel and I leave but end up across from the Mayan
at a taco stand with the most beautiful woman behind the window.
she declared me a fool and we go back out into the LA blue nite
home to Durmel's. I sleep soundly in his outdoor backyard casita and wake up to the morning light