What'd you say? I said live it up!

Okay, I must say, days like yesterday, I have to talk about. I'm such a moody baby that when a day like that comes along, I want to shout about it. It was BEAUTIFUL. I got to work from home, which meant sitting on my roof, nekkid, with the laptop, doing bids for jobs that will pay me good money to do good work. I get to iron out details on my cell with my business partner, who is also my best friend. I get to eat fresh pineapple and listen to excellent music, write stories on my break, take pictures because I feel like it, and think. Days like that make me understand, make me bristle with electricity.

In other thoughts:

Sometimes I wonder if I actually speak English, or if I'm really just speaking Millaese and it happens to use the same words but means absolutely nothing to English speakers. It's like the way French and English have the same alphabet -that's me, same alphabet, different language. Therefore please take my million sorrys if you no get me what I say.

Well.

Tonight Caroline and I are going to see Air and TV on the Radio, then an after party where the Junior Boys (who love Rush too!) are DJing. She wants to meet at 7, this looks like it's going to be a long night -I think she's more hard core than I am, but I’m excited.

Here's an adorable, dorky guy, doing classic stop animation to one of my new replay-everday songs.

Enjoy:



Milla

On Slowing Down

Kate here! Bwahahaha! Slowing down has been a theme these days...

I was trying to explain to someone the other day why to take a picture of one thing rather than another. I was trying to explain why it wouldn't look the same way through the camera as it looked to her eye and that so much of image making has to do with slowing down of the process of seeing. You have to think about the way your brain sees and then try to make your completely deficient camera/lens apparatus replicate the result. All of the synapses firing, all of the rods and cones, all of the associations made as the image travels deeper into the cerebral cortex and disperses through the brain; all of this needs to be synthesized into focal lengths, apertures and watt seconds.

When you have a partner, a collaborator, all of this needs to happen in unison. This is something Camilla and I take for granted. The kateandcamilla brain, operating on it's own with it's own associations, color and technical preferences takes over. Yet every once in a while, everything comes to a grinding halt. Milla's ego races off in one direction and mine trots off in another. This is when the complexity of this process is illuminated. The light reminds Milla of Egypt and me of my mom and I have an idea I see in black and white only to look over my shoulder to find Milla pumping up the saturation. Over lunch yesterday, a friend told me about this. It reminded me a little of what we're trying to do here. Slow it down and suss it our for us and for you.

Slow it down.

SnapShotDiary#89

There's been way too much socialising going on these past few weeks and after a particularly involved business meeting on Friday, Kate and I were about at our wits end. I don't quite know why it's so hard for us to be social, we love people, love socialising, but maybe our stamina isn't so great, that and we're awful at remembering names.

As some of you know, I'm preparing for the World Kickboxing Association Amateur Nationals. This means lots of training, and it can be very hard to fit it in with our erratic work schedule. Saturday was spent making up for a lot of missed work-outs, doing pad work (kicking and punching with a partner holding big punch pads -for those of you who don't know), followed by cardio and bag work. Afterwards I got my hair cut, a task I would really rather do without, but I don't think I can pull off a shaved head, so I best get used to it.

I walked around the Lower East Side all afternoon in the breezy cold sun, ate the most delectable malted chocolate ice cream at Il Laboratorio del Gelato THEN bought the best $2 dumplings in town and watched the neighbourhood kids play baseball. The one pitching (pictured below) was the most marvelous, precocious little shit. He was the tiniest one of the bunch but threw like a monster. He'd wind up, in an almost theatrical way, then BAM, pitch it so hard and fast the kids would strike out every time.



Every Monday, Kate and I walk to work together. We call it our "walk and talk". A time to brainstorm, plan the week, catch up on the weekend, and do easy business. Each time we take a different route. These are some snaps of our walk today.











Brooklyn, rotten, beautiful, Brooklyn.

Kisses,

Milla

LOOK at me! DON'T look at me!

Sarah McColl (above), one of my oldest youngest friends and ultra talented front-person and co-founder of Pink of Perfection, has diversified her broadasting talents to Conde Nast's new vlog venture Elastic Waist.

She and Sebastian, her equally talented fiance and P.O.P. visual/tech man, came to Kate and Camilla Studio a couple weeks ago to ask us how to help people look better in pictures.

After garbling a lot, talking over one another, and a few stilted car show model hand gesture moments, we managed to get a few gems out.

It's all in the editing.

Really.

Follow this link to watch the vid!

Enjoy!

K+C

I'm strong, but not THAT strong

The title of this post is a nod to Kate -our communication has become so nuanced, so on-point, that we can anticipate when the other's on the verge of an emotional nose dive. I was warning her this morning, that I could carry her through, but not all the way. Ah, it takes years, years to learn how to argue the way we do! Hehe.

Had dinner with two extremely well-coiffed, sparkly, handsome men last night: Mr. Ryan Pfluger and Mr. Clayton James Cubitt aka Siege.

The Roebling Tea Room was our selection for the evening's round table discussion into photo nerdom.

We talked about the relevance or irrelevance of Flickr in the contemporary photo world. None of us use Flickr, or had even really heard of it until recently. I guess it has become something of a cult community, and though I've always thought of photography as a democratic medium (something I cherish and champion about photo), I am also an elitist (yes, I said that). Even among Flickr's open, egalitarian community, there are those who rise to the top, potentially a meritocratic ascension, but then what? As Siege cleverly put it in reference to the multitudinous web hits some photographers get on Flickr, "I'd rather have $25,000 in my bank account than 2.5 million pennies scattered around the world" -and I agree, wholeheartedly.



More on this later, I have to strongarm Kate into contributing.

In the mean time, I hope you take a moment to meditate on these Utahscapes, they make me happy.

XO

Camilla

Tyra, can you hear me now?

Kate’s apparently gone mute. But then again, secretly, I’m verbose, and once past the icy exterior, very chatty. So, bear with me, I know it seems like Camilla ALONE in Blogland, but Kate’ll come out soon, she needs coaxing.

We’re shooting BABES! This time it isn’t a job requirement they strip. Which may disappoint some of you, but after Nerve and some unmentionable EX-clients, I’m a bit tired of the insatiable gorge-fest in naked voyeurism. Don’t get me wrong, I am mesmerized by a sublime pair of tits, or a muscled beauty boy, but always having to photo with the intention of giving someone damp panties, gets old –when it’s the REAL thing, I could do it forever, when it’s simulated sexy stuff, wah wah, I’m bored.

Anyway, more importantly, the NEW babes -we’re shooting for Fusion Model Management. So we get to see their new girls and boys and help them build their portfolios.

Kate and I want to be guest ANYTHING on America’s Next Top Model. And this feels like good practice. We get to “teach” these youngn’s (ummmm yes yes) how to be models. It’s fun, in a girlie, Tyra Banks OTT kind of way.

Anyway. Stand by for a steady influx of babes like this:


Bisou and slaps,

Milla