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| NYC living comes in so hectic sometimes, that people within a very
close proximity can fall through the cracks. It’s not like you never
want to hang… you just… don’t. Rich, and his whole social circle
actually, fall into this category. And just because of this, I have
always made it a point to make it to his birthday. Below lies our
shenanagins of 2007, which is scary, cause I just went to his 2008
(that’s five in a row) birthday, and that means I am now a full year behind.
Worry not, twill all be blogged. Anyway, on to the post.
The day before Rich’s birthday, Jenna and I ate pasta.
And pizza. I don’t remember where but it looks good. Look at the oil in the cute little bottle.
I will never pass by a trash train without taking a picture of it. And that’s a lifetime guarantee.
Which brings us to the party. He usually choose one of those bars you
wonder how people find, this edittion, Happy Ending. I tried to leave a good tip
for my coat check, and went downstairs, only to be hunted by a bouncer,
cause I put in less that what it actually costs, before tip. I hate
bars like this. Pay to get in bars. But I did find Rich, and promptly snapped him with his
best friend from childhood, Molinardo.
Oh shit, Ben got in the fun!
Frosh was around, taking a small leave from belle Paree.
Lee gave me his million dollar smile.
Heaya continued to keep the myths of lesbianism with her best friend alive.
Perfectly normal Mallika.
Drunk Mallika.
Silly… almost crying Mallika?
Ben giving his best point ever, while I look slightly maniacal.
Another good random find, Shooter Joel.
Drunk Rich.
Drunk Adi.
This place is called Happy Ending cause it used to be a massage parlor.
Down stairs they have little tile coves which used to be saunas,
divided by see through glass. The people behind seemed like nice
people, so I did the only sensible thing… Did i ever mention i was Varsity Moon Squad in High School?
At this point Rich stole my camera. He had forgotten his, but it was
the same model as mine, so he new what he was doing, going around
catching himself with everybody. Notice the similar smile.
The claw.
Cut off thumbs up.
Full thumbs up.
Claw again.
Kiss.
Kiss Two.
Don’t even know what this is.
Oh, and we are back.
Psych! Rich is still got it. Open mouth.
Drunk Face.
More smile.
Even more smile (and pretty awesome toast picture).
And we finally end the Rich Camera Occupation with an open mouth. Thank
you for joining us on our little tour of facial gesticulations.
Moving on to Shingo and hot girlfriend Take 1.
Shingo and hot girlfriend Take 2. (Sometimes you need that second take).
Rich harassing with love hugs.
At this point, I had an awesome conversation with Ben where we agreed
that even though we didn’t hang that much, our history was full of
awesome conversations.
I think I purposely took this picture of these two who I didn’t even
know to make fun of them somehow, but I can’t remember. Whatever.
Sad Beth.
Serious but Understanding Beth.
What birthday blog post would be complete without a shot of me molesting rich through the glass?
Have you seen this man?
There he is!
Take 2 different, and just as good.
Aaah. I don’t know how this happened, but people… The pineapple is in play!
Yes, out of nowhere, it came to save the end of the night.
Ben continues in grand pointing fashion.
The pineapple gets some play.
Oh, getting kinkier, a bit of stroking.
And the final killer kiss from the birthday boy.
Bad take 1.
Priceless take 2.
And yes, by this end of the night Rich was belligerently drunk enough to ride the cone.
But at least he didn’t throw up in the cab.
And we end the legendary night by dropping John off across the street from my house. Later Neighbor.
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| On March 11th Jenna and I went to see this crazy painter Martin Ramirez.
Literally crazy, spent half of his life in a looney bin.
But the work had something compelling about it.
These are the few pictures I could sneak a snap shot of between the shifty eyes of ogres.
Two days later I got to attend the premier of Montana Meth at HBO headquarters. You remember that crazy nightmare I assisted on, right? Well, it definitely was tough, but it has a bit of prestige. It did air on HBO (well, HBO2 actually, cause it was basically a repeat of the director’s previous movie, only this time in Montana).
And the premier was a whole event, shrimp, drinks, everything. Several other PSers made it out.
Some of them trying to look casual.
Princess here also assisted on the job. She felt the pain of the Meth.
When the show started, people rushed towards one theatre, and I tried going there, but got pulled away to another theatre because the first was getting full. It turned out to be the wrong choice. We had a live feed from the other theatre, as the producres and director spoke. At one point, they asked the assitant editors or Zieman-ites to stand and be clapped at, and I was a bit pissed I got stuck in the other room, not visually acknowledged (yeah, I can be that petty). But at least I got my credit.
Everyone all depressed after the movie.
Except John and the martinet director Eames Yates.
Why not end the premier with a nice elevator pic?
The next day I went to a fancy restaurant with cool lighting, Sapa.
Twas a dinner with the very nice people at Driver after we’d done a few jobs with them. Here’s some PS 260 action.
And some blurry Driver kids.
Don’t forget about Vera.
Ahhhh… Wouldn’t you just let these two produce anything?
Or these two?
Hell, how about all four.
Downstairs to the bathroom…
…there’s some good light.
One day after that, I saw this little guy just sitting on some brownstone’s fence. Gotta love New York City.
On the weekend, I made it in to Matt and Althea’s to play some poker with this crew.
Something that became a very rare occurrence in 2007. I believe I can count the games on two hands, maybe just the
Something went down and everyone…
…had to take a shot.
As the poker began to fade, so the guitar hero began to blare.
Althea
And Matt’s friend, who we’ll call Ishmael, rocked out for a few bars.
Then it got late. And btw, this is not the first I’ve seen of Liz in that position (nor I guess, will it be the last).
We interrupt this post to bring you a lesson on shot labeling. Wide Shot (WS).
Medium Shot (MS).
Close Up (CU).
The next Monday I guess I won some money at the ol’ Advertising poker ring.
Tuesday I hit some gloaming action on this lovely puppy.
Wednesday purple came to town.
And I visited with John.
As he showed off some of his scroll drawings.
This other younger wes alum was there. Let’s call him Cynico. A bit of a douche… Arrogant, entitled, hating New York City cause he can’t afford it… working for an Ad agency at the time… I wonder if he made it. My guess is he’s no longer in NYC, and god bless.
Then I played with my moustache.
While showing off the studies those big paintings came from, which I bought from John.
 
I paid way more than they’re worth, but I was in a weird place where I felt like helping John out.
 
Who knows, maybe they will be a sound investment some day?
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| February 2007 was a sad month at PS 260. After 3 years of asking other offices to join our oscar pool and keeping the money home, we finally lost it. Second place to Blue Rock.
And first to Nutmeg. Congrats you bastards, and don’t get to comfortable, we’ll get it back next year.
Oh, nice, good mustache day.
After delivering the money, I headed to the one and only time I made it to the Agency.com (who I cut a job with) poker game.
See, there I am.
Not a bad poker ring, but I guess I didn’t really give it the fair trial. Won 60 dollars, though.
Look! Chocolate.
With patterns.
And hearts.
Aha, another good mustache day.
Which leads us to a quick stop at John’s where I took some color wheel portraits in blue.
And in gunshot red.
The next day the illustrious Bender came into town, so we went to Korean BBQ and the Elder Ryang came along.
Where they cook the meat right in front of you.
And by they, I mean she.
Delicious.
The man himself.
And don’t think Jimmy won’t get into the grill, either.
Millbot liked it, as did Bender’s girl and her friend.
Gotta love that Korean BBQ.
Afterward, we hit up Fincher’s Zodiac.
I thought it was really good, but these guys only gave it the so so.
Bye Bender.
The day after that, Bryan and Bill, both of them ex-Psers, had extra tickets for some official new york city comedy.
So we met up, gossiped a bit about other ex-Officewokers.
And watched Tracy Jordan, I mean, Morgan get down and dirty.
But the night would not end there, we headed over across the bridge to Madeleine’s (yet another ex-Pser) new digs.
For her hat party.
Or was it a pirate party?
Hadat and Jeceyna with the Mad-line. Hadat doesn’t like when I take pictures of her.
We didn’t know anyone but the host, so we were kind of just hanging out when I spotted something in the corner of my retina.
Hooka!
Yarr! Me loves me thar Hookar I sayer.
So we joined in for a bit before we split.
Damn my spread’s large.
Monday morning looked like trash day on the sidewalk.
But it didn’t stop Jenna and I from hitting up Craft Bar for some deliciousness.
Love me that pork.
But not a much as Jenna loves her her copa sandwhich.
At the end of the week, Rebecca had herself another dinner party. Which the C Spot made it too.
As did this glorious Brooklynite farmer.
Keith had some lessons.
Like: “That’s not a knife. This… this is knife.”
The party rolled on.
Jokes were told.
And towards the end I busted out the giant butcher paper to use as a questionnaire. See Sam adding stuff?
Everyone loved it.
So I wore it out.
While C Spot modeled her dope ass original shirt.
 
Oh and I got a ride to the 2 train? Sweet way to end the night.
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| Charlotte had sent an email out a few weeks before asking for collaborations of any kind, and I had just bought a new big SLR camera I wanted to test out, so I said if she ever had an event, that I would love being a roving photographer. Thus, a fortnight later, I found myself in a huge slightly dilapidated loft space to celebrate 5 years of C Spot Designs.
I arrived early, and Charlotte let me in.
It was a very pleasant surprise to find Andrea already there helping out.
Met the two folks who lived there, and here begins the horrid not-remembering-any-names -6 –months-later truth. So for this post, I will just make up names. Why not? Let’s try it out, then I met the two folks who lived there, Sebastian and Larry.
The place had a funky cluttered style. Here’s Sebastian at the shrine corner.
Who’s details were very cool.
 
The place also housed this wonderful contraption.
A fully workable huge tricycle that Larry made.
I started to snap around.
While the guys put up some original C Spot tapestries.
 
Not a shabby runway.
 
I even got into the interior design game, by placing his huge heavy train wheel.
Atop a table. Nice touché, n’est pa?
Charlotte came and showed off some stuff, before changing.
And finally some people started to show. Including Ben there, in the sweater, who I had met at a Wes party my sophomore year, and somehow remembered.
Then, in an unsuspected twist, I began to bartend with Andy.
Isn’t that just a dope coat?
The band started to play.
And I took the opportunity to stop bartending and take a few shots. Like Joey and Lawrence here.
Jeff and date.
Congregants at the bar.
John, who arrived with this weird slightly older guy Denson.
Floretta and Bijou were not so happy to be photographed.
But Dinesta and Suki did.
While Alfred looked sad, and Mermin sported the dopest C Spot button down around.
Then I noticed Aaron there in the middle. What the hell was the Assistant Director of On The Road With Judas doing at this party?
Jebby over in the left sure wanted to know.
While Paige started to shop from the sales rack.
John looks severe here.
And with Aaron in town, who else showed up randomly but Ben and Ronan. It really is a small world.
But the night was just beginning and people gathered round.
Larry and Seba put the last touches.
For the fashion show to begin.
Havanah with the tree top.
Sylviana with the tank and skirt.
Boush sporting the coat.
Ranji with the flowy dress.
Ana Maria in another skirt.
Paige with wings.
And Char herself in the dope coat.
A fabulous line up.
That Ronan and John loved.
As the night progressed, I chose a backdrop to do some portraits, like Sylviana.
Ana Maria.
Ana Maria and Sylviana.
Franchessa.
Dinesta.
Mermin.
Dinesta and Mermin.
And even me.
Dancing began.
Three cute smiles.
Then Jeff got on the sax.
And keith and the mubbles rocked it.
With a keyblow even.
I’ve seen this drummer before, he’s really knows how to beat the skins.
Resenda and Trally looked hipster disaffected.
Dorothy and Sigmund just talked.
John got dramatic.
Before painting.
Sebastian jammed the axe.
Ronan said good bye.
The hand came out.
And these girls.
These three girls.
Just wanted more snapping. Oh Delilah, Zeni, and Pril, I could not go on forever.
Leopold and Truzt.
And my favorite character of the night, Jesmond. More on him later.
Red Andy and friend.
And these poor two, who I kept not snapping just weirdly, until finally I came over and they were like, finally, but then their best picture was this, with the guy giving me the spooky eyes.
For the late night shift, charlotte changed yet again.
Into another awesome coat.
Who are these two?
They should be dancing.
Oh, there you go.
Towards the end, came my favorite photo of the night.
And Jesmond serenaded us with some awesome piano playin.
Best party that I kinda helped throw ever man.
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