Knock on wood, the work continues to pour in. Yesterday delivered quite the variety of events. It all started with the daily few hours at the gym which was nice. Put in a solid hour and a half on the stationary bike and banged out mad reps of low weights.
I've quenched my agencys thirst to have me increase my muscle which is honestly a satisfying feat. It's been said that once you've acquired the necessary muscle to drop the weights in half and increase the reps. I don't enjoy moderation so in between my shoulder exercises I do 100 curls of 10 pound weights for the biceps. I;m starting to thrive from that burn I get when i push myself. I;m never sore the next day though so I imagine its not too damaging.
The steam room enticed me before the shower and it was a pleasurable experience shower followed suit. With the work out completed I rewarded myself with an ounce and a half of almonds and a half water and half liquid protein mix-lovely. Then made my way to the other gym I'm fortunate enough to have access to and had a photo shoot for their marketing paraphernalia.
The make up artist, director of the shoot, and other "model" I was working with were all very gay and very lovely to work with. Next week I'll be working with them again for some new images to boost my book. Oh joy! I love networking in this city because it boosts my chances of meeting those random important or valuable people. After the shenannigans are the gym I wandered down 8th avenue to pick up a protein bar and then to my first casting.
The casting was for a jewelry designer who is shooting a video for television. Not so sure on the specifics but long story short they were selecting a male and female and I ended up being the selected male model. Earlier that day I emailed the agency-Big Boss-and asked if they had any castings for me. They emailed me the same info for the casting which I had found on my own for this jewelry designer. I figured by allowing the agency to take credit for it rather than my saying oh never mind I already found that, it would show them that I can actually book work and potentially make them want to push me for fashion week.
The other day I went to the agency and told my booker Florian that I "really really want to be in fashion week". He said that my book was too young and I needed more work done, I did not like this response. I moved to nyc just before last seasons fashion week and now its time to dive in head first. I've got one confirmed show for fashion week, presentation rather. I want more! So I gave Boss this shoot for a few reasons, secondly to see how they will be about paying me. It's all a game and I'm testing them.
So after the casting I made my way to the party where I was booked to be the shirtless bartender. When I enter the elevator and press the top button, floor 17, I wasn't sure what to expect when the doors opened. I found this gig through craigslist and it stated that they wanted a shirtless bartender for the gay party in a penthouse apartment. Was I going to see rainbow flags and guys prancing around in sailor outfits or was I to be kidnapped by men in black leather bondage gear and submitted to the underground sex slave world? The scenario was much more tame than my fears were amassing to. Orange pants, button down shirt, and that kind gay smile..."I'm Ron".
We went over how the drinks were to be served and how the host wished for the bar to look then waited for the guests to show. Most of the attendees were humorously interesting gays. One of my favorites was Andy the porn producer. "Gay porn, straight porn, and solo porn." was the intro to his pitch to get me to enlist. Nonchalantly throughout the night I could observe his desperation in breaking my "no"s to his enlistment requests. He could not succeed in acquiring a new porn star from the party so he was forced to accept the next best thing, the potential of a new straight friend whom he would always wish to be his new star.
I consumed beverages and the guests consumed massive amounts of liquor. I conversed with interesting people, told them of my wild craigslist adventures, and got a few business cards to continue communication at a later point. Extended communication has yet to occur though perhaps boredom will lead me to the dialing of a few numbers down the road. I got tipped out well and the host paid me in cash so I left there with a nice wad in my pocket. Too bad I was so drunk that I blew all my money at the strip club on the way home, just kidding.
I retired late and woke up late the next day to hit the gym again...chilled with an old friend from catering and await tomorrows unpredictable outcome.
Night. Night.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Boston
So I visited Boston for a day. There was a promo that I was to participate in for 3 weeks. Before I could start I came to a realization. A brutal truth with its positives and negatives, nothing uncommon as that's life-plain and simple.
I did my daily gym routine and set off for Megabus's 31st and 8th loading rendezvous. Twas a hot and sunny day yet I still plopped my hiking pack stuffed with dirty clothes (to be washed at good ol' gramma Pats house) directly in the sun to await the arrival of my undesired method of transportation, a double decker bus. To no surprise the bus was late and the whole populous of bus seekers was herded away from the original waiting area due to some "delegates" arriving.
After significant sweat stains and what would be a solid tan had I not covered myself in 70 spf sunscreen the 30 minutes prior after my shower at the gym, my mega bus arrived. I had never been on a double decker bus in the states so I made it a point to experience the ride to its fullest potential. Front row on the second floor, YEAEAH BABY.
As we waited for everyone to settle their luggage into the depths of the bus's behind I settled into my seat and discovered that the power outlet had a cover which prevented my oversized BB charger to be inserted-quality. None the less I did not less this dull my excitement for the roller coaster, I mean long ass ride to come. Think about it...Flying down the highway at 60 miles per hour with your face pressed against the front window 10 feet high like a childs face pressed against the doors to Toys R Us prior to their birthday or a gift receiving holiday, I felt like buzz light year queuing up for flight.
Life has delivered me its share of anticlimactic experiences but this wasn't one of them. I strive to make the best out of any scenario and it was relatively entertaining, stimulating rather than staring at the back of another bus seat though I couldn't get myself to stand up and say "to infinity and beyond!"
My arrival to Boston was simple; I purchased some McDonalds (I know, bad model), got two T passes to grammas location, and carried on to meet her. She kindly met me at the stop 30 minutes out of the city and we carried on to dinner. Chicken with a cranberry sauce and some sweet potato roll things is pretty ridic when you're starving though I couldn't get myself to finish the plate.
We went back to the abode and took some digitals for a new modeling abroad prospect then watched some television and discussed the plan for the next few weeks of promotions. G Ma retired to bed and I found myself folding the now clean clothes I had dragged all the way from NYC. Woke up around 2 am in the chair with the telly on and headed up to bed...it was so foreign to sleep in a quality bed.
I woke up to my Grandmother popping her head into my room saying "Randddyyyyy its 7:20". The plan was to have breakfast at 7:30 so I exuded from my covers and slothily wandered downstairs. Surprise...no, I remembered of my chicken left overs and combined them with the eggs and toast G ma had made me. A solid start to the first day of a long promotion.
Twas a beautiful day in Boston and I had arrived 45 minutes prior to when the team was supposed to report in. I found myself staring at some flowers in a park when my phone rang. "Can you make it to Astoria for a catalog shoot at 11?" My manager asked. I informed him that I was in Boston and his response though simple really had an impact, "Fuck, ok bye".
The simple but powerful reply my phone had delivered to my ear was as influential as a hunters bullet piercing the skull of a tiger who stepped right into the cross hairs. I fucked up. When I went to Miami for my buddy's wedding I missed out on multiple opportunities for modeling but I was so drunk that it didn't really set in. With my clear minded thoughts the reality that if I want to model in NY I must stay in NY flooded my head...30 minutes later I was on a bus back to the city.
Happiness is a foreign thing to me though I wouldn't say I'm depressed merely discontent. I wake up everyday with the hope that I'll get a phone call or email from someone I've poured my efforts or product of my efforts into telling me that they want to use me for a project which will either jump start my career or fill my wallet. Will I fall into the extremely low percentage of people in the world who find success in modeling? Will I be able to pay rent and eat because I keep my schedule open with the thought that I'll need to fill it with a paying photoshoot? My path in life is currently full of insecurities but I suppose the thought of not knowing I will succeed makes it a great adventure and that actually makes me smile.
I did my daily gym routine and set off for Megabus's 31st and 8th loading rendezvous. Twas a hot and sunny day yet I still plopped my hiking pack stuffed with dirty clothes (to be washed at good ol' gramma Pats house) directly in the sun to await the arrival of my undesired method of transportation, a double decker bus. To no surprise the bus was late and the whole populous of bus seekers was herded away from the original waiting area due to some "delegates" arriving.
After significant sweat stains and what would be a solid tan had I not covered myself in 70 spf sunscreen the 30 minutes prior after my shower at the gym, my mega bus arrived. I had never been on a double decker bus in the states so I made it a point to experience the ride to its fullest potential. Front row on the second floor, YEAEAH BABY.
As we waited for everyone to settle their luggage into the depths of the bus's behind I settled into my seat and discovered that the power outlet had a cover which prevented my oversized BB charger to be inserted-quality. None the less I did not less this dull my excitement for the roller coaster, I mean long ass ride to come. Think about it...Flying down the highway at 60 miles per hour with your face pressed against the front window 10 feet high like a childs face pressed against the doors to Toys R Us prior to their birthday or a gift receiving holiday, I felt like buzz light year queuing up for flight.
Life has delivered me its share of anticlimactic experiences but this wasn't one of them. I strive to make the best out of any scenario and it was relatively entertaining, stimulating rather than staring at the back of another bus seat though I couldn't get myself to stand up and say "to infinity and beyond!"
My arrival to Boston was simple; I purchased some McDonalds (I know, bad model), got two T passes to grammas location, and carried on to meet her. She kindly met me at the stop 30 minutes out of the city and we carried on to dinner. Chicken with a cranberry sauce and some sweet potato roll things is pretty ridic when you're starving though I couldn't get myself to finish the plate.
We went back to the abode and took some digitals for a new modeling abroad prospect then watched some television and discussed the plan for the next few weeks of promotions. G Ma retired to bed and I found myself folding the now clean clothes I had dragged all the way from NYC. Woke up around 2 am in the chair with the telly on and headed up to bed...it was so foreign to sleep in a quality bed.
I woke up to my Grandmother popping her head into my room saying "Randddyyyyy its 7:20". The plan was to have breakfast at 7:30 so I exuded from my covers and slothily wandered downstairs. Surprise...no, I remembered of my chicken left overs and combined them with the eggs and toast G ma had made me. A solid start to the first day of a long promotion.
Twas a beautiful day in Boston and I had arrived 45 minutes prior to when the team was supposed to report in. I found myself staring at some flowers in a park when my phone rang. "Can you make it to Astoria for a catalog shoot at 11?" My manager asked. I informed him that I was in Boston and his response though simple really had an impact, "Fuck, ok bye".
The simple but powerful reply my phone had delivered to my ear was as influential as a hunters bullet piercing the skull of a tiger who stepped right into the cross hairs. I fucked up. When I went to Miami for my buddy's wedding I missed out on multiple opportunities for modeling but I was so drunk that it didn't really set in. With my clear minded thoughts the reality that if I want to model in NY I must stay in NY flooded my head...30 minutes later I was on a bus back to the city.
Happiness is a foreign thing to me though I wouldn't say I'm depressed merely discontent. I wake up everyday with the hope that I'll get a phone call or email from someone I've poured my efforts or product of my efforts into telling me that they want to use me for a project which will either jump start my career or fill my wallet. Will I fall into the extremely low percentage of people in the world who find success in modeling? Will I be able to pay rent and eat because I keep my schedule open with the thought that I'll need to fill it with a paying photoshoot? My path in life is currently full of insecurities but I suppose the thought of not knowing I will succeed makes it a great adventure and that actually makes me smile.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
So its been 5 months...
What can I say? Commitment isn't my forte...sorry I've neglected you for 5 months mister blog or shall I say, Rupert?!?
Since we've last chatted much has occurred and I feel it necessary to update you on my NYC situation.
First and foremost, I've lost weight. I know you were always nagging me about eating pizza and drinking all those tasty coffees from mud but now you can't say shit! I've slimmed down, toned up, and popped out some abs getting me the attention of Boss Models. THAT'S RIGHT, I'm a BOSS boy now :)
In retrospect i am full of remorse due to my lack of keeping a log of all my catering adventures. Many late nights of underpaid, under appreciated, BITCH work and now I am left with two caterers who hire me only when absolutely desperate or when the client requests a person with my aesthetic nature. Fuck em...Now I dance around abercrombie and fitch for 9 dollars an hour getting high off of the womens perfume they spray endlessly as if it were oxygen and we were in a space world.
Getting hired at Abercrombie was a bit of a joke. The interview was a group interview and besides some chick from Jersey, I was the only American there. Nothing wrong with not being American though if you can't speak a language how the fuck are you supposed to help customers. With respect though most of our customers are foreigners so it does make sense......I'm not buying it though, guaranteed those kids wont last longer than a month though who am I to judge, not sure I will either! Literally 20 minutes after the interview I got a phone call..."uhhhmm yes Mister Harris we'd love to have you join our team here at A&F"....shit Abercrombie is now the epitome of desperation in my book. I tried everything...besides stripping...and now I must resort to working in douche bagville to barely make an income.
The interviewer asked a few douchey questions but my favorite was, " describe the brand in two words, and you cant repeat what the others have said or you'll have to dance in front of everyone ( a true douche move)". Seeing how I was the only English informed one there, I was told to go last. The folks were saying shit like "sexy, stylish, modern, hot, hip, BLAA BLAA BLAA". No lie, first thing that popped in my head was the two words DOUCHE BAG....now I can't get it out of my head. Everyone there is a douche bag...Not really but in such a douchey environment of such a douchey brand I really need to find humor in whatever way necessary, even if its in lying to myself. I know, pathetic..but what else can you say about working at A&F-PATHETIC...oh and DOUCHE BAG.
Alright.
Being with Boss has only given me a few tests which have given me some high fashion esque photos, whatever...hasn't gotten me any money or any travel and that's all I want! So now I'm just emailing as many photographers, designers, stylists, and people related in any form to the fashion industry as possible in hopes of networking my way to success or at least the next level. Traveling abroad is a temptation, tapping into the asian market sounds fun but I don't want to neglect New York just yet. So many decisions must be made while the pressures of living in New York continue to exude on the daily. Its fun in a stressful way. Whether I win or lose it'll be something to look back on and say, DAMN SON.
Since we've last chatted much has occurred and I feel it necessary to update you on my NYC situation.
First and foremost, I've lost weight. I know you were always nagging me about eating pizza and drinking all those tasty coffees from mud but now you can't say shit! I've slimmed down, toned up, and popped out some abs getting me the attention of Boss Models. THAT'S RIGHT, I'm a BOSS boy now :)
In retrospect i am full of remorse due to my lack of keeping a log of all my catering adventures. Many late nights of underpaid, under appreciated, BITCH work and now I am left with two caterers who hire me only when absolutely desperate or when the client requests a person with my aesthetic nature. Fuck em...Now I dance around abercrombie and fitch for 9 dollars an hour getting high off of the womens perfume they spray endlessly as if it were oxygen and we were in a space world.
Getting hired at Abercrombie was a bit of a joke. The interview was a group interview and besides some chick from Jersey, I was the only American there. Nothing wrong with not being American though if you can't speak a language how the fuck are you supposed to help customers. With respect though most of our customers are foreigners so it does make sense......I'm not buying it though, guaranteed those kids wont last longer than a month though who am I to judge, not sure I will either! Literally 20 minutes after the interview I got a phone call..."uhhhmm yes Mister Harris we'd love to have you join our team here at A&F"....shit Abercrombie is now the epitome of desperation in my book. I tried everything...besides stripping...and now I must resort to working in douche bagville to barely make an income.
The interviewer asked a few douchey questions but my favorite was, " describe the brand in two words, and you cant repeat what the others have said or you'll have to dance in front of everyone ( a true douche move)". Seeing how I was the only English informed one there, I was told to go last. The folks were saying shit like "sexy, stylish, modern, hot, hip, BLAA BLAA BLAA". No lie, first thing that popped in my head was the two words DOUCHE BAG....now I can't get it out of my head. Everyone there is a douche bag...Not really but in such a douchey environment of such a douchey brand I really need to find humor in whatever way necessary, even if its in lying to myself. I know, pathetic..but what else can you say about working at A&F-PATHETIC...oh and DOUCHE BAG.
Alright.
Being with Boss has only given me a few tests which have given me some high fashion esque photos, whatever...hasn't gotten me any money or any travel and that's all I want! So now I'm just emailing as many photographers, designers, stylists, and people related in any form to the fashion industry as possible in hopes of networking my way to success or at least the next level. Traveling abroad is a temptation, tapping into the asian market sounds fun but I don't want to neglect New York just yet. So many decisions must be made while the pressures of living in New York continue to exude on the daily. Its fun in a stressful way. Whether I win or lose it'll be something to look back on and say, DAMN SON.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
NYC #2
Life continues to get better.
Fortunately I continue to find castings to go to and the potential to be in more shows increases. I brought Philip to a casting with me the other day and he got selected while I did not...hilarious. Nice guys finish last....hahahahahahahaha what a stupid saying. If I'm meant to be a model I shall be...
Unfortunately Philip is here to be a chef not a model and could not attend the show. I will get him into a show before he goes back home, for some reason I find immense humor in the potential of him becoming a model while here. Think. He came here for one reason and then could possibly go home and tell his friends he became a model....this makes me chuckle.
So again with Philip in mind we both went to work for a promotions company. Promoting a gay musical set in WWII, sort of a brokeback mountain sort of thing but in the war. We had to dress up as soldiers and go to a gay bar in the upper east side to hand out flyers. SO FUNNY. My plan was to stay outside as long as we could handle the cold and then go in to pass the rest of the flyers out. After it started to snow Philip says "Randall I can't feel my fingers" so I replied kindly saying well if you really want to go in we can but trust me, it wont be pleasant. So we walk in.
Two young, decent looking, soldiers into a high end gay bar....like two pieces of steak in a lions den. Needless to say all of our flyers were taken instantly and we were the main attention of the 25 minutes we were inside. Even the pianist got less attention than our eye catching uniforms. Bartender made us two cosmopolitans and we fit in just perfectly with the gay crowd. The time limit was reached and I was tempted with another martini but Philip said "They kiss me, that is not ok, we must go" so we left.
FUCKIN RIOT.
So then afterwards I was asked to do another promotion, NOT GAY, handing out flyers for a music group called the GYPSY KINGS. That was mad easy work and I met a cool kid named Matthew. Him and I got along great and once the promotion concluded we went our separate ways after exchanging contact info.
Tuesday nights in town are infamous for their open bars especially where I am located so this Tuesday night I went out with Mark, a hostel resident/part part time employee and a guest Greg from Switzerland. We went to the first bar and as soon as I got in some gay tried to grab my leg...I pushed him away and went over to Mark and said look bro you gotta keep me away because this guys trying to feel me up and I'm gonna smash his face in. He extinguished the situation and we began drinking our free beverages. I think we each had 6-8 drinks as you were allowed two glasses at a time each time you ordered a drink. Once that open bar was closed we escaped to the other open bar. Quality times, lots of dancing and laughing, then home.
A make up artist staying with us offered to pay for me to go to the Tim Burton exhibit so I agreed but when we got there the exhibit was sold out so we opted to go to lunch instead. Planet Hollywood SUCKS....don't ever go there if you want to eat decent food. If you don't mind consuming products that of McDonalds quality then go there, highly recommended though they do have lots of interesting movie artifacts to browse.
The next day I got a call from a photographer from Model Mayhem and we met up in Times Square to shoot. We got some images shot and then I got a call from a website owner who sells clothing for other companies saying that he wanted to use me for their site and that he needed me in an hour and a half from the time he called me. I committed and arrived on time.
The shoot was basic, me in different shirts. 15 + different shirts with a basic white backdrop. Strictly commercial. So I learned that the owner of this company is a surfer and said he'd be willing to show me where to surf around the city which is an ILL connect and then his partner is a club owner. The club owner really interested me as I am seeking work as well as play and he could provide me with both. We chatted of the club after he noticed me sort of moving to the music that was being played while I was being photographed. He mentioned that his club was known for dancing and people strictly went there to dance. My sort of place so I told him that I would be there at midnight, a fashionably late time to arrive at a club.
I get back to the hostel after the shoot and tell my boy Mark about the plan, he's in. We pregame a bit, probably a full glass of vodka per person mixed with a splash of red bull and then roll out. We take a taxi to the club and arrive at the door. There's a mad line so I figure it can't hurt to try and get in smoothly by dropping the owners name. I go up to the bouncer and ask him if he was the name the owner said the bouncers name would be and he confirmed. I continued by saying that I was here to see the owner and then proceeded to pull out his business card and say I met him tonight and he said to tell you that it was cool for me to get in.
We walked right in...no lines, no waiting :)
We get into the club and Mark takes care of the coat check. We find the owner and he gets us our first round of drinks. After a little buzz we hit the dance floor. Solid music and crowd, I like. Long story short I get black out drunk and wake up the next day not knowing how I got into bed.
I missed a casting but whatever, easy come easy go. Off to the gym for a little sobering work out and then back to the hostel to prepare for my T shirt shoot. A T shirt shoot where I solicited yet another hostel resident to come along and get photographed. He had a good time and got to chat it up with one of the cutie models there so I was happy to help him out. Plus I got a free t shirt. Whatever.
So after the shoot I run immediately to another flyering gig and get some quick easy money with my boy matthew. Afterwards he shows me this ill spot where you can swim and hit up the sauna. It's more or less a hotel but with a baller pool and sauna downstairs he said you can use without an issue. Sounds like a good time. I may use it later, may not.
This week I will return home to see the parents and grandmother and then do my taxes.
I cannot wait to escape for the night.
New York is lovely.
Fortunately I continue to find castings to go to and the potential to be in more shows increases. I brought Philip to a casting with me the other day and he got selected while I did not...hilarious. Nice guys finish last....hahahahahahahaha what a stupid saying. If I'm meant to be a model I shall be...
Unfortunately Philip is here to be a chef not a model and could not attend the show. I will get him into a show before he goes back home, for some reason I find immense humor in the potential of him becoming a model while here. Think. He came here for one reason and then could possibly go home and tell his friends he became a model....this makes me chuckle.
So again with Philip in mind we both went to work for a promotions company. Promoting a gay musical set in WWII, sort of a brokeback mountain sort of thing but in the war. We had to dress up as soldiers and go to a gay bar in the upper east side to hand out flyers. SO FUNNY. My plan was to stay outside as long as we could handle the cold and then go in to pass the rest of the flyers out. After it started to snow Philip says "Randall I can't feel my fingers" so I replied kindly saying well if you really want to go in we can but trust me, it wont be pleasant. So we walk in.
Two young, decent looking, soldiers into a high end gay bar....like two pieces of steak in a lions den. Needless to say all of our flyers were taken instantly and we were the main attention of the 25 minutes we were inside. Even the pianist got less attention than our eye catching uniforms. Bartender made us two cosmopolitans and we fit in just perfectly with the gay crowd. The time limit was reached and I was tempted with another martini but Philip said "They kiss me, that is not ok, we must go" so we left.
FUCKIN RIOT.
So then afterwards I was asked to do another promotion, NOT GAY, handing out flyers for a music group called the GYPSY KINGS. That was mad easy work and I met a cool kid named Matthew. Him and I got along great and once the promotion concluded we went our separate ways after exchanging contact info.
Tuesday nights in town are infamous for their open bars especially where I am located so this Tuesday night I went out with Mark, a hostel resident/part part time employee and a guest Greg from Switzerland. We went to the first bar and as soon as I got in some gay tried to grab my leg...I pushed him away and went over to Mark and said look bro you gotta keep me away because this guys trying to feel me up and I'm gonna smash his face in. He extinguished the situation and we began drinking our free beverages. I think we each had 6-8 drinks as you were allowed two glasses at a time each time you ordered a drink. Once that open bar was closed we escaped to the other open bar. Quality times, lots of dancing and laughing, then home.
A make up artist staying with us offered to pay for me to go to the Tim Burton exhibit so I agreed but when we got there the exhibit was sold out so we opted to go to lunch instead. Planet Hollywood SUCKS....don't ever go there if you want to eat decent food. If you don't mind consuming products that of McDonalds quality then go there, highly recommended though they do have lots of interesting movie artifacts to browse.
The next day I got a call from a photographer from Model Mayhem and we met up in Times Square to shoot. We got some images shot and then I got a call from a website owner who sells clothing for other companies saying that he wanted to use me for their site and that he needed me in an hour and a half from the time he called me. I committed and arrived on time.
The shoot was basic, me in different shirts. 15 + different shirts with a basic white backdrop. Strictly commercial. So I learned that the owner of this company is a surfer and said he'd be willing to show me where to surf around the city which is an ILL connect and then his partner is a club owner. The club owner really interested me as I am seeking work as well as play and he could provide me with both. We chatted of the club after he noticed me sort of moving to the music that was being played while I was being photographed. He mentioned that his club was known for dancing and people strictly went there to dance. My sort of place so I told him that I would be there at midnight, a fashionably late time to arrive at a club.
I get back to the hostel after the shoot and tell my boy Mark about the plan, he's in. We pregame a bit, probably a full glass of vodka per person mixed with a splash of red bull and then roll out. We take a taxi to the club and arrive at the door. There's a mad line so I figure it can't hurt to try and get in smoothly by dropping the owners name. I go up to the bouncer and ask him if he was the name the owner said the bouncers name would be and he confirmed. I continued by saying that I was here to see the owner and then proceeded to pull out his business card and say I met him tonight and he said to tell you that it was cool for me to get in.
We walked right in...no lines, no waiting :)
We get into the club and Mark takes care of the coat check. We find the owner and he gets us our first round of drinks. After a little buzz we hit the dance floor. Solid music and crowd, I like. Long story short I get black out drunk and wake up the next day not knowing how I got into bed.
I missed a casting but whatever, easy come easy go. Off to the gym for a little sobering work out and then back to the hostel to prepare for my T shirt shoot. A T shirt shoot where I solicited yet another hostel resident to come along and get photographed. He had a good time and got to chat it up with one of the cutie models there so I was happy to help him out. Plus I got a free t shirt. Whatever.
So after the shoot I run immediately to another flyering gig and get some quick easy money with my boy matthew. Afterwards he shows me this ill spot where you can swim and hit up the sauna. It's more or less a hotel but with a baller pool and sauna downstairs he said you can use without an issue. Sounds like a good time. I may use it later, may not.
This week I will return home to see the parents and grandmother and then do my taxes.
I cannot wait to escape for the night.
New York is lovely.
Monday, February 15, 2010
NYC #1
All moved into the city.
Within the first week I lost my friendship with a close photographer, got casted for a few shows, and started to love life.
I walked in a show on the second friday night of residing in the city. Two looks, two coats, one pair of silly sunglasses which made me look like I belonged on the star trek set.
Now I am settled into the hostel. I got selected to be in the moncler presentation. 4 stories high on construction scaffolding for 2 hours in the dark cold night....got a free coat for that which is hot.
I had a show tonight, went late but I walked and it felt empowering.
One of the guys who lives here asked me if I felt that I was changing after doing all these shows. At first I said yeah I'm turning into an asshole...but I retracted that statement. I'm getting more confident in my opinions and no longer afraid to be brutally honest. I am gaining power from each show I do. Power for my brain and heart to keep pushing and pursuing my dream of becoming a successful model in the city I call my jungle.
I love new york and have met so many interesting people.
My schedule continues to be full and I enjoy that as back in Massachusetts I was endlessly bored and in need of substances to get any sense of satisfaction. Now waking up is all I need.
It's a rebirth I must never forget. I must never go backwards...only step forwards with the occasional side step.
I love my decision to move here.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Craigslist Bud
I've found myself in extreme boredom at times when the supply is low. Boredom leads to contemplation and new methods. Craigslist has brought me much success as well as many interesting scenarios though scenarios never related to bud until recently. One day I was browsing the "strictly platonic" section and found a woman looking for a friend/source. Her and her husband were the inquirers and inevitably their children came along. One a baby and one close to 5 or 6 years of age. My standard for right and wrong diminished with my survival instincts and what I would normaly call a fucked up family I now accept as my friends.
Last night I was laying on my bed in the gruesome heat of the summer sifting through stem and seed when my phone rang. It was the above mentioned "husband". I explained how I was dry and hadn't burned in over a week and what do you know, he came to my rescue. He explained how he was on his way to re up and could easily scoop me before hand. Like a survivor coming out of a prison camp after liberation I exuded from my house and into his beater SUV. There's a slight satisfaction whenever I get into a car now, like I'm escaping my immediate monotonous routine with a simple drive.
Since I'm not familiar with the area, whenever I get driven around I'm almost awestruck by all the new things I am seeing. We went to some grimy parts of Springfield and pulled into a driveway. Talk about whiggers. Two white boys sitting on the trunk of an older caddy in bright white T-Shirts, practically matching over sized denim shorts, and then a mix of dirty NIKEs and JORDAN sandals...all the while puffin an L. We pull up and one of em comes to the window and drops in a sac, "husband" hands the money over, and we pull away. "I could go to the Mexicans and get the same shit for cheaper but I'd rather support the white man."
Clear sign that "husband" isn't the brightest seeing how those whiggers prob bought it from the "Mexicans". After I inspect the substance we cruise through some more new streets until we make it to the highway. I had never been to "husbands" "place" before and now I know why. I don't like to judge people because I don't like when others judge me but I certainly will make an observation. "husband and Wife" are living with their two kids in a hotel. Two beds, a crib, a bunch of their shit, and a make shift cooking area. My immediate thought was, wow.
It is what it is. I pushed over an empty cigarette pack and then a stack of papers before sitting on their bed. The little daughter was attempting to sleep on the other bed...this made me feel awkward but again I am not one to judge. "Wife" is on the computer in the corner looking up facts online. I forgot to preface the mindset of these love bugs. They are over informed and more than willing to voice what they read about our government and its faults and "conspiracies". Again, I don't judge because I don't know what is the truth so I listen with an open, censored mind. She told me about GM foods and how the corn in the product basically fucked up some rats in a test...this began the explanation of how everyone will die or some shit...I think after a certain point my ears closed off and my autopilot acknowledgement kicked in.
I wanted to blaze and I got what I wanted without asking...
A motel next to a truck stop/weigh station. Where the trucks are running all night and the hum of traffic from the highway is endless. There is an eerily calm feel from the haze in the air due to the endless rain the area can't seem to escape yet at this moment, it has ceased.
Sometimes I question why I am here, what is my purpose. In retrospect when I look at everything I've done and where I've found myself sometimes I wonder who the fucks sick idea was it to create life.
Sigh.
Last night I was laying on my bed in the gruesome heat of the summer sifting through stem and seed when my phone rang. It was the above mentioned "husband". I explained how I was dry and hadn't burned in over a week and what do you know, he came to my rescue. He explained how he was on his way to re up and could easily scoop me before hand. Like a survivor coming out of a prison camp after liberation I exuded from my house and into his beater SUV. There's a slight satisfaction whenever I get into a car now, like I'm escaping my immediate monotonous routine with a simple drive.
Since I'm not familiar with the area, whenever I get driven around I'm almost awestruck by all the new things I am seeing. We went to some grimy parts of Springfield and pulled into a driveway. Talk about whiggers. Two white boys sitting on the trunk of an older caddy in bright white T-Shirts, practically matching over sized denim shorts, and then a mix of dirty NIKEs and JORDAN sandals...all the while puffin an L. We pull up and one of em comes to the window and drops in a sac, "husband" hands the money over, and we pull away. "I could go to the Mexicans and get the same shit for cheaper but I'd rather support the white man."
Clear sign that "husband" isn't the brightest seeing how those whiggers prob bought it from the "Mexicans". After I inspect the substance we cruise through some more new streets until we make it to the highway. I had never been to "husbands" "place" before and now I know why. I don't like to judge people because I don't like when others judge me but I certainly will make an observation. "husband and Wife" are living with their two kids in a hotel. Two beds, a crib, a bunch of their shit, and a make shift cooking area. My immediate thought was, wow.
It is what it is. I pushed over an empty cigarette pack and then a stack of papers before sitting on their bed. The little daughter was attempting to sleep on the other bed...this made me feel awkward but again I am not one to judge. "Wife" is on the computer in the corner looking up facts online. I forgot to preface the mindset of these love bugs. They are over informed and more than willing to voice what they read about our government and its faults and "conspiracies". Again, I don't judge because I don't know what is the truth so I listen with an open, censored mind. She told me about GM foods and how the corn in the product basically fucked up some rats in a test...this began the explanation of how everyone will die or some shit...I think after a certain point my ears closed off and my autopilot acknowledgement kicked in.
I wanted to blaze and I got what I wanted without asking...
A motel next to a truck stop/weigh station. Where the trucks are running all night and the hum of traffic from the highway is endless. There is an eerily calm feel from the haze in the air due to the endless rain the area can't seem to escape yet at this moment, it has ceased.
Sometimes I question why I am here, what is my purpose. In retrospect when I look at everything I've done and where I've found myself sometimes I wonder who the fucks sick idea was it to create life.
Sigh.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Denting trucks with bare hands-March 6,7,8-BLAST FROM THE PAST
Not remembering how you got home the night before and walking into work with your coworker laughing is not a good sign. I got to work and was asked if I was feeling better with the sort of facial expression which hints I was a mess. "We had to pick you up off the bar" alright from now on no more jager bombs before 1 a.m. especially because I work at a gay bar. Being the only straight guy there makes for interesting, humorous, and sometimes awkward evenings. Though I cannot say that I'd want to work a different part time job as a replacement for what I have now.
This Saturday night was pretty mellow and it's always nice when a slow pace of customers doesn't affect the tip out at the end of the night. Both of the bartenders who were off decided to come in to drink which is always a good time. I made my first shots behind the bar and enjoyed a few chocolate cake shots throughout the night. I said no jager bombs before 1 but all others are still game. The only drama was in the beginning where an intoxicated beyond necessity of limits man stormed out of the bar and punched a dent into a truck...I was like FUCK if that was my face I'd be OUT.
Doors close and as always staff goes down into the quarry AKA THE DUNGEON to wait for the actual closing AKA late night shots slash burn sesh on occasion. Ended up getting 45 cash money for tips and the manager paid me cash for my check so I left with a buck fourty five SON. I tried the food thing across the street and the steak and cheese was shitty like a piece of shit in a latrine.
Sunday = wake and bake = all day with MAYBE a lil gym later
This Saturday night was pretty mellow and it's always nice when a slow pace of customers doesn't affect the tip out at the end of the night. Both of the bartenders who were off decided to come in to drink which is always a good time. I made my first shots behind the bar and enjoyed a few chocolate cake shots throughout the night. I said no jager bombs before 1 but all others are still game. The only drama was in the beginning where an intoxicated beyond necessity of limits man stormed out of the bar and punched a dent into a truck...I was like FUCK if that was my face I'd be OUT.
Doors close and as always staff goes down into the quarry AKA THE DUNGEON to wait for the actual closing AKA late night shots slash burn sesh on occasion. Ended up getting 45 cash money for tips and the manager paid me cash for my check so I left with a buck fourty five SON. I tried the food thing across the street and the steak and cheese was shitty like a piece of shit in a latrine.
Sunday = wake and bake = all day with MAYBE a lil gym later
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