Thursday the 18th of March I was filled with this feeling of disgust and discomfort with everything around me, a voracious thirst to get the hell out of the city. Peering one of my demons in the eye right after he told me to set up the workstation that had just returned from a shoot, my hatred and disdain swelled, I cried out, "Robert! I am taking tomorrow off." His sharp recoil and worrisome look struck a cord in the fiber of my conscience.
Success!
Friday the 19th of March train schedule in hand 7 am departure time for the Acelea Express destined for the District of Columbia, our nation's capitol. The morning of departure arrived and it instantly appeared that the extensive lack of vacation time had gotten to me. The night before I was scheduled to depart I had set my alarm for 6:45 am. With the train leaving at 7am you can imagine my surprise when I woke up... A quick cab ride, a few long strides, and only two or three senior citizens mangled on the escalator in my wake, I stepped onto the 7am train as it pulled away from Penn Station.
Home free.
My unshaven face, knit beanie, "I read your email." t-shirt, torn jeans, and black boot Doc Martins was apparently an un-expected guest in the business class section of the morning Acelea Express commuter train. The freshly falling snow was the perfect touch for what would be a graceful, fun, spontaneous and intense weekend.
In other news, I've been working out a lot lately, doing the healthy thing. My gym hooked me up with a trainer that is putting me through circuit training at the moment, which basically means the day after one of the two sessions per week I can't use an entire section of my body to it's fullest due to severe muscle soreness. I'm told I will recover faster the more I do it, but damn, I'm paying for this?
Tuesday I have a shoot, and leave for LA in the evening. Shooting 2 different jobs while I'm there, including one with Miss Christina Aguilera. I fly back Saturday morning. The week after that I heard something about a ten day shoot somewhere in Florida, or a seven day shoot with Victoria's Secret. I'm guessing I'll do the latter.
This month has been all about re-kindling old friendships and continually searching for... her.
I have been writing in my sketchbook a lot lately about work, where to go, life, projects I want to work on involving photography and light. I'll be looking for subjects to pose for me soon once I hammer dates out.