The 'Countess of variety' shoot ... Part 1 - mostly lake stuff ..

Yesterday was a sublime day. Okay, maybe not wholesomely sublime, but certainly awesome, with sublime sprinkled on it. Still fully in the mood of watching BL2049 up on the balcony (off limits to civilians), sitting between Niko and a teen kid I’m fond of, who left for Japan the next day, in the morning, I had a date with a potential client - a neat project and the coffee was good. Then a pretty girl whom we had agreed to shoot some portraits on the fly called for us to meet at an open kitchen market. She had a black hamburger and I found the food to be silly and overpriced. I was hoping for S to show up, alas. I genuinely desire to kiss that woman. But mom phoned me that gran found her way uphill again and was desperate, because supposedly the General has a secret love child and I am leaving for the US. We did not know that, but, I have to say, my poor gran’s senile paranoia is getting more elaborate every day. At least for once mom was the one who had to deal with it. It took me ten years to get out of the horrified to amused phase.

The lovely red-haired, Lyra and I then offed to a lake side – blessed with the perfect weather, because for a moment it seemed it will be far too cold to do any outdoor shots for a while in anything other than cardigans and blankets. But, the scenery was perfect, the weather was perfect, and Lyra, who is not too fond of raft bridges, slept on my jacket and basked while an occasional swan passed by to check for food.

The model brought with her all kinds of evening wear, as she is a concert violinist, so I made a huge effort to take photos other than close-ups of her face. We talked, mostly about men, which was an exhilaratingly original subject for me – I know it’s not for every other woman of the rest of the world – and then migrated to another location. We had coffee and great toast at a café near an abandoned palace, then moved to shoot closer on the estate, while the sun was setting. Lyra played around, we shot and it was cool. Instead of normal three hours, the shoot has been going on for seven and still it was inspiring.

Calling it a day for now, we returned to the city and she treated me to a dessert dinner at a BBQ place down town. Though the General has made a good full meal and was waiting for me, I apologised, saying I took a preference today and was hanging out in company and going to pubs to stuff my face with ice-cream and cheesecake :D I was too tired to do much of anything at home (okay, I made a potato salad), made a few photos, read some manga and passed out. Had good dreams.

‘Twas a good day. I’m sure today will parry it in some way, haha. 

Blade Runner 49

I like me a movie that a) makes me use my peripheral vision and b) makes me keep all of my brain on. Even the Hegel and Kant parts. 

Guess how many proper ones I find on these shroom-hunts with dad... :D

 

 

Can't sleep.
Reading through some adorable boy-on-boy manga...
Blue Sky Complex, about two introvert opposites-attract students...

.. and Toritan, about a guy who can talk to birds and a guy who is actually a raven...

It's making me want to write a yaoi crime novel. If only my brain wasn't all over the place with all this medical shit.

Well, today was an interesting day. I offed to the clinic in early morning and hadn't left hospital grounds until two in the afternoon.

First was my after-antibiotics check-up – that treatment is finally over and I can now get normal functioning intestine and other fun places back. Man, those were killers! They instantly melted any sugar in any food I ate and I had to suffer sugar withdrawals all day, while my stomach growled and I shook like a junky.

G went to his doctor because his ankle was still sore, and sent me a text: I'm in the emergency room. This is always a great way to start a conversation. Once I was done with peeing in a cup (ALWAYS a nightmare for me, I am just not designed for that kind of acrobatic achievements), I hurried to the ER to find out what the fuck happened now. As it turns out, they didn't think his ankle is sore at all, they thought it's been well broken for a week and the fucking idiot insisted it's nothing. So, they took x-rays, found old fracture and put a cast on him. He had to lie down for an hour for the cast to dry, but after that they forgot to give him any crutches and just told him to find a doctor and deal with it. I just ran to the closest medical store and bought some, even though the longest ones are still kind of short for him. But at least he managed to get home – you would not believe how long the halls and streets are if you’re hardly able to walk properly - and then slept for the better part of the day. I went right back to my doctor to get the test result, but they weren't in yet, so I went home to sleep as well.

Shit. We had plans to go see Blade Runner 2.0 this week. :/

It was the weekend that threw me. I'm distracted with my own shit. Normally, I would not tolerate him pretending everything is fine while he sweated up the stairs. I'd be all over him on the start of the third day. But then Friday came and the weekend and we figured it wasn't so bad because mostly we just chilled at home.

Annoying stubborn motherfucker. Made of porcelain.

On the nature of shy creatures ...