To remind you, we were given no information on what or who or how we'd shoot until a couple hours before the shoot began. Then, once the party started the teams got to work with only 2 hours to complete the themes.
Ours were: Blue: The R of LVHRD and Dewars-isms. Flagrant commercialism. I guess Mr Dewar's was quite the witty wordsmith, so we had to interpret one of his quotes, I'm embarrassed to admit I've forgotten it, it was something about being wicked but not wanting to stop...
I've been quiet lately. Here, there and everywhere. Here is an image I took right before I saw the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. As the plane took off, we curled through the most extraordinary cloud formations. Indescribable beauty. I scrambled for my camera but, just as I brought the camera to the window, the battery died...and I cried and cried. I couldn't show anyone. It felt like dying and I cried more.
This one I took at lunch with Milla. I am blessed (or cursed) with a camera that makes a picture of exactly how things look. Every time.
Weird connections: I'm putting up this post and singing along with the David Bowie song that's popped up on the Itunes. Kate looks over my shoulder sees the Russian boys and says, "hey, let's call this Some Brave Apollo" -the lyrics to the Bowie song. I google the song, only to realise it's called Big Brother, and guess what I'm reading right now, yup, 1984.
Strange. I love it when that happens.
So these are our Russian Boys. Kate and I have been trawling Brighton Beach and Coney for a particular breed of boy. You know him when you see him. It was SO difficult. Kate and I are so bad at approaching people, it was making us very nervous and then cranky. By the 3rd day we were better at it. But I still get a pang of nerves thinking about going back out there.
It felt like being a horny dorky teenage boy on the hunt. We'd just walk around the same few beaches in ever decreasing circles. Kate'd say. " 3 o'clock". And I'd look but not see anything and then she'd be like, "No no, the other way", and then the next thing you know we're the furtive creepy creeps with the camera on the beach hovering around a group of young boys.
The pics haven't been colour matched yet..apologies.
Don asked about me schnoz. The black eyes developed a bit later, they are quickly disappearing though, which is sort of a bummer, I was enjoying the quizzical looks.
I haven't trained all week, just eaten everything in sight and indulged every vice from which I've abstained these past few months, to the extent that I have actually made myself sick. Clever.
