Midnight Cooties
I’m working on New Year’s resolutions right now. I think I am going to share midnight with Dave Attell on the tv as he is unlikely to try to touch me from there. Later on, I will probably go to two or three after-parties where the usual assortment of perverts and rock stars (ooh redundant) will not have the midnight excuse. I was pretty good about 2002’s resolutions. I think I will go real old BLT articles I wrote about New Year’s for inspiration.
–Amelia G
I wish female nude models would just say that they like my work and want to have an idealized beautiful version of themselves immortalized on film or whatever their actual motivation is. I feel like I used to just shoot my friends and members of my community who I had enough in common with that it was likely we would become friends.
I feel like now I constantly have to deal with girls who do that stripper thing of pretending they really really like me and want to be my friend and then they either don’t invite me unless they want me to bring a fucking camera or they send me a bill for their theoretical friendship. Dressed models do not do this and male nude models do not do this.
I am an artist and I don’t think I can hack how much of a competitive business this erotic photography thing has become.
Models change their minds and try to change the deal after we have already done it. Other photographers should be my colleagues, but they are mostly just competitive. If I talk about my motivations in an interview or whatever, I always see them being parrotted by some new membership site within a month. I have objections to many of the publications I could shoot for and the ones I really like shooting for, every competitive jerk I run across is trying to bump me from, as near as I can tell, mostly because I’m doing it.
I know the vast majority of people I deal with are cool and positive and I should focus on the two thousand plus cool people I have photographed and the thousands of images with happy stories and not on the handful or jerks I’ve worked with and the associated pix. And I know a lot of people take envy as a compliment.
Ugh, Before I completely transition from being really private to just being really irate, I think I will go back to bed.
–Amelia G
Legolas does the hanky panky
ARRRRRGH! I don’t have confirmation yet as to whether any of my friends have gotten busy with Frodo, but I do know someone who got together with Legolas already. All my humorous exaggerations for effect are actually true.
–Amelia G
Punk rocker and a fanboy walk into a bar . . .
Having a Live Journal is like a really convenient way to babble existentially to strangers in a bar. Only without the alcohol, the bar ambiance, or the need to put pants on.
–Amelia G
Hollywood Hills, Cell Phones, & Dental Hygiene
Why is it a rule that I always get called to go to parties in the Hollywood Hills when I’ve just woken up and am wearing a T-shirt and no pants and I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet and I’d need to be ready in five minutes ’cause they’re calling from the car and are about to drive past my place. No one in this cell phone infested city can ever come up with a cool plan and tell me about it the day before. Of course, having lived here for a while, I have trouble planning out anything which requires advance scheduling too. Just meeting my trainer at a specified prearranged time is wreaking havoc with my lifestyle. Off to the gym now . . . don’t worry, I put pants on.
–Amelia G
Suburbia, Two Towers, Punks, Fen, & why I feel lost no matter what I do
Maybe I just saw a bad mix of movies in the past few days, but how did my life get where it is. I saw Suburbia on DVD and Two Towers in the theater. Those are both movies which take me back, for different reasons. So I’m examining the path I took to get from there to here and I just can’t see it. So how can I figure out where to go from here.
The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings were really important books to me. I suppose if I had not had to get rid of the box set one of the times we moved, they would probably be quite collectible now. I remember convincing my school to fund a D&D club in high school and science fiction club and strategic games club in college. I remember the first time I went to a science fiction convention and there were thousands of people into the same weird stuff I was.
I just unpacked a carton of old photos and there is one of me in this homemade vampire victim costume sort of wrestling with a friend of mine in a wizard costume. And I look like I’m having fun. I know he and I had a falling out not that long after that though. We had worked together on various extracurriculars and he felt like I worked him too hard. At least then no one could accuse me of doing it for the $$$$$$$$$. I’m just a workaholic and ya don’t get paid for after school projects. It wasn’t a particularly eruptive or important falling out and I did not realize how many people I would lose contact with after school.
When I got the call that he had died, I felt like it would be weird for me to go to the funeral, but I’d thought I had years and years and years to patch things up there. I’ve always been discouraged from going to family funerals. My grandfather’s funeral, with four hundred people spilling out into the street, when I was in fifth grade, was the only one I had been taken too.
So the scene in Suburbia, where they are not welcome at the funeral . . . because of what they look like, what they dress like, what they represent, what they are, or perhaps some other intangible thing . . . well, it struck a chord with me.
I feel like I’ve passed through all of these subcultures and I still both do and do not identify with most of them. The things people use to determine friend or foe there just seem so ridiculous to me, as artificial and foolhardy and capricious as deciding your friends by the color of their skin.
The thing I like about Los Angeles overculture is that it admits it is artificial and the things it values tend to be things which are good for you anyway. Get a nice ride. Get a cell phone. Get in shape. Get a good haircut. Get new clothes. Get a nice house. Get off your ass and take that picture, launch that magazine, shoot that movie, go to that audition, etc. I’m already way too good-looking for fandom, but I am fat fat fat for Los Angeles. I am already too successful for punk, but I am not nearly accomplished or successful enough to be more than a blip in Los Angeles.
The thing I don’t like about Los Angeles is that I probably know someone who has fucked Elijah Wood, but I probably don’t know anyone who loved the books who would be capable of comparing them to the movies with me over coffee. Of course, I live in LA, so I’ve been working on quitting drinking nonemergency coffee anyway. It is unhealthy and should be avoided, unless it makes me more capable of success.
Oh, and the other thing I don’t like is that, at the end of the day, I don’t really fit in. I can never completely swallow everything I am supposed to believe anywhere. I never really really fit in any where.
–Amelia G
whips & curves in Los Angeles
Yay! My brother is coming over to visit now. He is so much more sociable since he bought himself a new BMW SUV for his birthday this month. He was agonizing over that or an Escalade, but I pointed out that he would attract girls with bigger asses than he likes with the Escalade. Those of you who live in Los Angeles know what I’m talking about. Those of you who don’t have no need to. Personally, I like curvy girls, but I like to be able to reach the pedals too.
–Amelia G
Happy Holidays
http://www.livejournal.com/users/forrestblack/ just added a lovely holiday greeting to his LJ, featuring our sexy photography. REALLY NSFW.
hee hee
–Amelia G
Hmm, holiday spirit . . . I’m restraining myself from posting cross-f’ing pictures . . . mostly because I don’t know how to do the LJ cut code yet.
The rest of this set (and some cross-@^&^*! pictures) can be found at http://www.BarelyEvil.com/ and other not-too-naughty pix of this model can be found in our Blue Blood Models Yahoo Group
–Amelia G
Marilyn Manson magazine on ebay, Mature Audiences instructions
This time of year is so weird. I had a few copies of the Marilyn Manson and Marylin Star issue of New Rave which I’ve auctioned off. That issue, even in imperfect condition, has gone for a bunch, but it has zero bids on it now.
If anyone wants to snap it up super cheap you can go directly to the auction at http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=4811&item=2901184130&rd=1 or view all of my auctions at http://www.blueblood.net/ebay/ With ebay “mature” auctions, you need to log in — even if you are already logged into ebay — and then click to accept their mature audiences TOS and then click over a second time to the naughty auction. Gotta protect innocent eyes. This auction is also private, so your bid will not appear where anyone can see it.
–Amelia G
Steve Diet Goedde and I had a discussion about photography at the Retail Slut VIP celebrity shopping night. He said he had intended to be a filmmaker, but that he felt he had really copped out by going the easy short attention span route and doing photography. I told him that I had intended to be a writer. I swear no prodigious quantities of alcohol were involved. Certainly not any Sam Adams Pale Ale.
–Amelia G
Got to Bar Sinister in time to catch all of Apocalypse Theatre’s set. I wish they had played all originals because V. writes such awesome songs, but their show was very well-received. Unfortunately their CDs from Invisible had not arrived yet because of slow ass Xmas mail. A bunch of their new members definitely add some eye candy. I was scared the new fire girl was going to set me and everyone else on fire and it looked like security was concerned about the same thing, but she looked cute doing it. Was annoyed to find yet another person ripping off one of my photographs without credit or compensation. It has been a few years since I sued someone in any particularly dramatic way, but I really think the assholes are playing Russian roulette these days with me. One of them is just going to get caught on the wrong day and I am going to get medieval on them. My dad just recommended a local firm one of his classmates from Harvard is with, so I am keeping my fingers crossed. It is harder to find a good attorney than a good dentist. Wished Apox and everyone safe passage home and headed out early to head over to Kerry’s birthday party at Dave Schow’s Black Lagoon. Was worried about showing up so late, but happily Maria showed up five minutes after we did. She had to do a reading of her work at the red and black ball on Melrose earlier that night and was wearing this red and black lace dress with a cool black leather corset. It was really cool to get to hang out with a more intimate group at the end and talk about cabbages and kings. Kerry had three birthday cakes, but I only tried the white one. White cake with white chocolate and cream and jam layers and icing. Mostly I nibbled on cheese and cherry tomatoes though. So virtuous. Num, num. Nathan showed us some cool body builder nudie mags and these Japanese magazines which cover this all female theater. I forget the name of it, but women play both male and female roles in it and, let me tell you, if you find K. D. Lang hot, then you will see some cuties here.
–Amelia G
I’m pleased with this update I just did on Gothic Sluts and thought I would share a shot:
Being a photographer sucks except for the making pretty pictures part. When I actually get to look at the finished project — whether it is a magazine cover or a single image posted to the internet — and it looks like it looked in my mind’s eye and it looks like I want it to look and it looks good . . . well, I sure do like that part. I wish it was just all about that.
–Amelia G
