Thursday, 29 September 2011

Kimi in white






Wednesday, 28 September 2011

On mathematical shapes and TV shows update

Drej and I, on our daily doggy walk through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered (mostly hordes of high school retards), hit the subject of geometric shapes today. It usualy starts with a doggie talk and we were talking about how at some point both her cat and her dog will have the post-op satellite dishes around their heads - so if they decide to snuggle, what is the double-cone shape they will create? I have looked through wiki (and found stuff such as Bezier curve, torus, the tesseract.... ) but no double-cone rhomboid thingie. Hourglass, yes, but not two cones in love. So, working on it.

Yesterday, for a movie night, we went through a couple of bad ideas before finally settling for Luther and Saturday Night Live. We tried watching the third Transformers as a popcorn foreplay, but that was unwatchable. I don't think anyone can stomach Shia LaBeouf anymore, the long lost son of Woody Allen and my religious grade school math school teacher, Mrs. Tangent. There is a scene where the thing playing his girlfriend (imagine a 90210 poster child for plastic surgery that Prince William would keep around to suck his privates) gets out of a car and spreads her legs so wide it makes Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct seem coy and overdressed. And that's in a movie targeted at nine year olds...
            Tried watching 2x01 Boardwalk Empire, but that proved a little too disturbing, even for me. "When he was a baby, when I changed his diaper, I would kiss his little winkie..." said by the man's mother was a little too much. Seeing women shot sealed it. Even if I love Steve Buscemi. Tried watching Charlie's Angels, Pan Am and Nikita.... but won't try that again. The Mentalist, The Good Wife and Castle are something I would watch over breakfast - though Castle is just something one watches because of Nathan Fillion. When he says: "Our killer is a superhero?!!" it just makes you want to take him out for pancakes and keep him close. Terra Nova, for all the dinosaurs, and all the 'we are heading for ugly future (five seconds into the show you think 'Jeesh, that's one fucked up planet')', is a high budget 'been there done that'. I do get turned on immensely by Stephen Lang, but he already did this role in Avatar better. It would be interesting if the little girl at the end of the pilot in their big speech would be some cool rogue wildlife photographer he’s trying to protect and his lover as opposed to his surrogate daughter. Seriously? Parental figures all over the place? Another show with plenty blood but nobody being horny? I thought Game of Thrones proved we could move on from that. There’s only like 50.000 shows on air these days that think slaughter is cool but boobs are filthy.
              Then again Raising Hope is back. I’ve been missing those flippers :D And oddly enough, regardless of how everyone says bad things about Hart of Dixie, and my weakness for southern scenery (and Men in Trees), it can actually be watched from start to finish... Perhaps it's my chick flick for the autumn. Everyone needs at least one.

Tuesday, 27 September 2011


Monday, 26 September 2011

Couple more picks from today's shoot...

... then I'm off to write sexy stories about Farbauti. He's the nasty old blue dude in the Thor movie they call Laufey - which is kinda odd, considering in mythology Laufey was Loki's mother... But you know me. I don't judge. As long as they're old, blue and nasty ;)





















Fancy fashion photoshoot today - which in definition are a fucking nightmare - but we managed through and learned a lot - and the results were pretty frikky awesome... now I know what to a) look for in an opportunity; b) take a hefty painkiller before we start; c) not worry so much and trust the models... Tamara, Sara and Špela were my victims today and the dresses were from a shop called Wedding Fairy Tale... Styling started off neat and then it all kind of became a blur. The worst thing was when we took a shot in the street and the waiter of the restaurant behind us came to tell us off as it was private property and we didn't have a permit for it... Like, dude, we were taking a photo of a model in the middle of the street in the middle of the city. This isn't New York. Honestly?? 








Sunday, 25 September 2011

Clay pigeons

A day spent on a foresty shooting range, assisting the clay pigeon catapult operator. Now I know all the tricks and kinks :))) All I need is a cool two-trigger.








Saturday, 24 September 2011



Two photoshoots and one very strong coffee...

Today was the first time that I actually felt genuine pity for the guy that was once my first husband. I met some folk who knew him almost as good as me, for almost as long, and the things they told me were so... Good Gods, so very sad. The things that man told around - about himself, about his mother, about his career... He kept (keeps) going out of his way to get close to people and all that people ever thought of him was 'get off my case you sleazy creep...' The men he tried to woe, the guys he tried to fuck... Everybody thought him to be so very pathetic. Even the "Get my smokes, bitch" job he has now is the kind other architects laugh at. He surely doesn't seem to be building any buildings. It doesn't even seem like he'll ever build anything worth puting on a photograph. Talking to an ex school-mate of his, he could not believe someone so fake, someone such a push-over, could ever be married to someone like me. Like, how could I, ever  ?!... But it did not surprise me to hear none of them has ever heard of me. Plenty about his mother, though. Jesus fuck.
              If that guy did not nearly cost me my life, I would have looked past the resentment and see someone so very small, so very ugly, so desperate to be noticed, so utterly alone, that he would almost pass for one of my underdogs. But then I remember I already did everything one can possibly do to make him feel loved, and he could not see a friend amidst his entire obsession with himself. 
              Good Gods. What a strong coffee that meeting was. We never even got to talk about money. I was so happy I would have let them hire me for free.

Before that, very early on Kimi and I walked uphill to my vineyard hut and shot our painted-all-in-white shoot - a mighty fun business if you ask me :))) Perhaps not quite so fun for Kimi, who had to endure first the paint and then the coooold cold water we tried washing her with :D But the pickies were worth it. Kimi makes for a very Spartan model :)))
            The second shoot was over at the castle with Barbara and her mate, the pre-wedding cookie-happy pickies. Wasn't all that happy about what they did to the interior of the castle tower, but the view was nuts. I haven't the time to get around to developing them yet, and will probably need a few more days, because what with this Indian summer, I am working almost every day. Except tomorrow, when I'm off to shoot clay pigeons. About time! It's been ages since I got to blow shit up! :D


Friday, 23 September 2011

Ahhh, just when you think life is just so damn heartless, stuff like this ends up on your plate. And you have to stop whining for a minute or two :P



But it looks like we'll be having an indian summer. :D Plenty of opportunities for coffees with mates, photoshoots and cushy trips with doggies :D

Thursday, 22 September 2011

Seriously. Rottweilers :))))

 (And Beagles and Golden Retrievers :))