Archive for 2008

Blue Blood on Playboy’s Night Calls Again

by Amelia G : April 24th, 2008

Forrest Black and I are going to be on Night Calls for our third or fourth appearance Friday, April 25, 2008. The show runs from 4pm to 7pm and is broadcast live, so you can phone in and ask impertinent (sexy) questions if you dial toll free 1-877-205-9796.

Our hosts for the day are going to be Christy Canyon and Vanessa Blue. This will be my first time meeting Vanessa Blue, but last time adult legend Christy Canyon gave me some interesting insights. Among other things, we were chatting about what it was like being . . . unusual in the Washington, DC area. At the time Blue Blood was founded, a person (okay, one of my unsavory pals generally) could be thrown out of Springfield Mall for having a nose ring. Christy Canyon told me that it was much more progressive in Los Angeles and somewhat surprising to Angelenos that being able to express yourself even by wearing a painted leather jacket is definitely not always easy elsewhere. And that went double in the early 90’s.

Forrest Black and I are in the second guest time slot and will be going on around 5pm. Forrest Black and I will be chatting with Christy Canyon and Vanessa Blue about BlueBlood.com in general, about our photography in specific, and, if experience is something to go on, we will definitely be talking about sex. Our friend Darklady from Portland will, through an odd bit of synchronicity, be on in the 4pm slot, and it is a good show, so I recommend tuning in from the start. Darklady will be …

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I don’t usually do this here, but . . . I’m looking to shoot this week for European fetish magazine placement. I could finish the job with work I have on hand, but I’d kind of like to shoot some folks I have not shot for fetish magazines before. I would ideally like to shoot in Los Angeles, but San Francisco would be possible with enough good models and locations.

The magazine generally gets the images first, but you should expect to ultimately most likely get tears and promo for your personal projects and web-ready content. You will receive a copy of the magazine when Forrest Black and I get copies in and you will receive content for download within two weeks of each set being published on BlueBlood.com/RubberDollies.com/etc.

Requirements:

You must be able to do an extravagant and impressive look.
You must have access to high end and unique rubber clothing. Corsets and big boots are also a plus, but latex is required.
A minimum of topless nudity is required. Comfort with full nudity is preferred.
You must be in Los Angeles or San Francisco this coming week.
We are looking to create the most artistic and striking images possible, so we are looking for a select few models who can really bring something extraordinary to the table.

Refer to Forrest Black’s and my work for an idea of what sorts of people we prefer to shoot in general. We have shot for all the important European fetish magazines, including Marquis, Skin Two, and Secret. Although Forrest Black and I have shot dozens of magazine covers, these specific tears are intended for inside pages, although the future can always bring more good things.

A few things to keep in mind: It is highly likely that you and/or the clothing designer will get significant press coverage from this. I can only use local models for this specific gig and that means either both Los Angeles and San Francisco or exclusively Los Angeles if I can fill all the spots in LA. If you are not sure what high end fetish fashion or rubber clothing is all about or if you are unsure of your nudity comfort levels, I’m really only looking for glamourous enthusiasts on this one.

To submit, please message me here or email submit@blueblood.net with the title FETISH MAGAZINE MODEL. Please indicate where pictures of you can be viewed, what city you are near, what your nudity comfort zone and interests are, what type of fetish fashion you have available, and whether the designer would like some press coverage as well if possible. If you have any special reasons for wanting to shoot or other information you feel is relevant, please feel free to include it.

HIGH END FETISH CLOTHING DESIGNERS, PLEASE ALSO FEEL FREE TO GET IN TOUCH.

EVERYONE PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REPOST THIS MODEL CALL TO APPROPRIATE PLACES.

Love, Amelia G

Here is a really innocuous example: When I was like eighteen, I had some button down shirts from when I was around thirteen. I hadn’t grown that much, but I’d started working out seriously and the shoulders did not fit. So I cut off the sleeves and wore the middle part of the shirt with the cuffs. It made a cute slutty outfit. A couple of my friends liked the idea and did the same thing. I thought that was cool until someone I was dating saw me dressed up and was like, “oh, you are wearing your shirt like so-and-so.” It had not occurred to me that having my friends like my idea would mean I would not get credit for it. Not like getting credit for deconstructing a particular style of outfit I no longer wear is super important, but it really bugged me and I didn’t know how to respond. Besides dumping my date that is.

Sometimes I get stressed out about saying what I think either online or in person because it really gets on my nerves when people repeat something I said like they just thought of it. The sort of people who do this often do not even know they are doing it and will even say it back to me like I might be interested to know this thing . . . that I said in the first place.

Of course, people who snarf other people’s words or behaviors for commercial purposes are even worse, but at least they are doing it on purpose and probably know they are doing it.

Does this happen to you and how do you or would you deal with it?

Dreamed I was being held in prison on suspicion of being a cop killer. Someone had killed a policeman who did not identify himself as such. This woman who was trying to help me was saying that the guy not identifying himself as an officer of the law should keep me off Death Row. Only I didn’t do it. And I was so pissed off and sad that I’d never killed anybody if I was going to get in trouble for it anyway. Still feel awful. Dream analysis anyone?

A pic of yours truly for variety. Shot by Forrest Black. I wish I got pictures taken of me more often. I used to have people wanting to take my pic all the time . . . until I picked up a camera myself. I do not know if other photographers are intimidated by the idea of shooting me, as some folks have suggested, ’cause that seems freaky and uncomfortable to me, even if it is true. Anyway, it was really nice of Forrest to shoot this one. 🙂

(Image Courtesy of Blue Blood)

Sometimes, ya just need your classic gothic babe.

(Image Courtesy of Blue Blood)

Lots more gothic babe pictures in the Hex VIP Industry photo gallery shot by yours truly and Forrest Black.

(Image Courtesy of Blue Blood)

More pics from this series shot by yours truly and Forrest Black in the Hex VIP Industry photo gallery on Blue Blood.

Socket is Out on DVD

by Amelia G : April 7th, 2008

I’ve written about writer/director/producer Sean Abley’s Socket movie here before, when it first hit the festival circuit. Now the movie is out on DVD and available from TLA Video. TLA Releasing put out Socket and the TLA media empire is descended from the Theatre of the Living Arts experimental theatre group in 60’s Philadelphia.

A couple of days ago, Sean Abley and a couple hundred of his closest friends got together at MJ’s Bar in Silverlake to celebrate the release of Socket on DVD. The event was hosted by promoter Jovy Janolo and producers John Carrozza, Doug Prinzivalli, Matt Mishkoff, and of course Sean himself. The VIP goodie bags included an interesting-looking DVD of a spooky movie called Amnesia, a coupon for a discount on TLA releases, and a pass for thirty free minutes of VOD which promise to “put the HARD back in hardcore DVD.” Blue Blood’s Forrest Black had the honor of receiving the final goodie bag of the night. The doorman apologized to me and told me he guessed I’d be re-gifting because the stuff in there was for, you know, jacking off. I was expecting the DVD and such to be more like what I would get at a regular business convention for web professionals, but TLA in general and Socket and Amnesia in specific appear to be for the purposes of movie movies and not jack off vids. Then again, I couldn’t get the VOD site to load, so maybe my tender sensibilities would have been scalded. Oh, and I’m a chick, so I guess I’m expected to care whether fictional characters romance and fuck exactly who I would personally want and be able to romance and fuck. . . .

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On my way to a party which is (a) for something I think is super cool and (b) is probably going to be fun and (c) should be fairly low impact. Already dressed. Just need to put shoes on. But feeling anxious. There is zero reason to feel social anxiety right now, but apparently my endocrine system doesn’t like listening to reason.

I refuse to be enslaved by my own weakness, so I will be leaving the house, but I sure wish I felt less stressed. So far, the month since I got back to LA has been really wearing on me. I’d say I need a vacation, but the last one really pointed out how stressful and plain difficult my regular life is by comparison. Bleah.

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I just found out that my favorite local coffeehouse (which is a retail outlet for national artisan roasters) offers free lessons with a purchase of a high end espresso machine. I am very excited about this and think I may go with the Rancilio Silvia now. Being able to barista is being able to do the Good Lord’s work.

Today is going to be a hard day though, so we’ll see.

Making bacon and eggs now.

Who here can barista?

Young Hollywood Party

by Forrest Black : March 29th, 2008

I’ve known Blue Blood Photographer Carlos Batts for what seems like a few lifetimes at this point. Our paths first crossing in the pre-internet zine scene, East Coast comic book conventions, and a million other points of common reference in the sexy cool artistic realm along the way since then. Looking back, some of those scenes seem like different worlds these days. We both live in Hollywood now, coincidentally a few blocks away from each other to be even more specific. But, maybe it’s not coincidence at all. A lot of interesting cool creative types end up in Hollywood. That’s one of the reasons I really enjoy it out here, being such a sort of heaven for eclectic creative types driven to document and enhance or otherwise decorate their public existence.

There are always a million things to do in Hollywood and it’s rare (or unfortunate anyway) to do everything within one sort of scene. Instead, people tend to party hop, swinging from velvet rope VIP to drug addled loft gatherings, trekking from inspiring artistic exhibits in every media imaginable to legendary dive bars to see the latest and hopefully greatest bands before they break big or break up.

Carlos’s latest video project, Young Hollywood, presents the cacophonous meld of cool glam youth and seedy glitz, the edgy music mixed with erotic pop art and nightlife craziness that is the young Hollywood experience today, all through the eyes of an artistic pornographer. The party to celebrate it’s release very much reflected this jumbled elemental mix as well, and although I couldn’t party quite as long as I would have liked, everyone seemed to be having a really good time. The shindig was held at the relatively new Safari Sam’s . . .

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My espresso machine broke quite a while ago. Much as there are very pleasant coffeehouses where I live, I really really want to be able to use beans of my own choosing (microroasts and such) and have an iced latte without committing a minimum of half an hour to the enterprise. Beats me what machine to get. I had a Krups and it died.

The specs I want are pretty much pump driven (rather than steam which I had previously), won’t break easily with moderate use, does not require effing pods. I prefer a brass or stainless steel boiler. Do not care if it froths well or heats milk well, as I prefer iced drinks or just espresso. Not a fan of pressurized portafilters but not deadset against them either. Do not need a built-in burr grinder. Do not need a built-in thermometer.

Anybody have an espresso machine recommendation?

I started off this month with the tail end of a mini East Coast photo and fun tour. It was really awesome and a lot of food for thought.

But I got back and it just felt like everything pretty immediately went to Hell in a handbasket. Sometimes I feel like everybody else is allowed to take a break, to make family and friends a priority, to go have crazy sex, to just chill for a while, but somehow I’m not allowed, somehow an awful lot of parts of my universe get pissed off if I fail to be wholly utilitarian. I need to delegate a bunch of stuff like three weeks ago, but I can’t seem to get my head above water for long enough to even get that sorted.

F is kind of badly injured and I wish I had a make-it-better wand.

Really I’ve got a bunch of cool stuff to post about when I’m feeling less harried, but feeling the suck right now. Just kind of in the headspace where I actually had a nightmare this morning about a dickhead thing some movie producer said at a party last Sunday, even though he apologized at the time and it was not that awful in the first place. Want to snap out of it. Need to snap out of it.

Shamrocks and Leprechauns and Green Beer

by Amelia G : March 17th, 2008

As a holiday, St Patrick’s Day has dubious origins but fabulous iconography.

Although the holiday tends to serve as both an expression of Irish pride and an excuse to get thoroughly blotto (Hi Funkatron), the origins of Saint Paddy’s are neither in drunkenness nor Ireland. Although observation of the holiday in the Americas was recorded as early as 1737 in Boston, he first serious St Patrick’s Day parade took place in New York City on March 17, 1762 as a celebration for Irish soldiers in the British military. That would be the British military whose asses we kicked in order to become a sovereign nation and pursue happiness and freedom and stuff. Nonetheless, over the years, the St Patrick’s Day parade in New York City grew into a bigger and bigger event. A lot of the first Irish immigrants to the New World were Protestant, but the 1845 Potato Famine lead to an influx of Catholic Irish population. Although grisly prejudice against the Irish in general and the Catholic Irish in particular lead initially to negative media coverage of the parade, when President Harry Truman attended the festivities in 1948, many people felt that prejudice was really something that the US of A was finally putting behind it. This was perhaps overly optimistic, but still a step in the right direction.

Actually in Ireland, St Patrick’s Day was celebrated as a religious holiday, even though St Patrick was a pretty lame saint. Patrick was essentially a trust fund baby from the 400’s. He was kidnapped from his parents’ estate and held captive for six years, during which time he, go figure, got kinda religious and started hearing voices. When he escaped, he is said to have walked 200 miles to . . .

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