Saturday, January 12, 2008

the last supper, con carne -

ok, no davinci code here.

connie bang, ashley furnival, betania, kira carstensen, eddie schacknow, judas, estela castillo.

i love art.

my alternate career choice -

down in buenos aires, they REDEFINE "dogwalker". i prefer the term "dog herder":

a better example, and these are all over the city:

see connie in the background there? she counted twenty three dogs.
one man. twenty three dogs.
1. 23.

it kind of feels like my job already . . .

Friday, January 11, 2008

esto no es arte -

or so the sign said:

deep in the midst of day four of shooting here in b.a.
so a little lax on the posts, but how about a bit of flash-back a few days
to some time down.
decided to grab what i could, get out, and go see the city. SO glad i did.

this city is much like hong kong and parts of beijing,
where the clash of old and new is extreme
and at the same time

palermo is a neighborhood here in b.a. much like soho in nyc.
(there's even a "palermo soho", a "palermo hollywood" and a "palermo viejo".)
many little stores, some bigger brands here and there,
industrial spaces mixed with gorgeous old stone buildings.
packed with details, it made for a great photo safari:

and, as some astute readers may remember,
there was an echo of hong kong here, too:

complete with "two dogs"
AND "fashion".

blog heaven!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

argentine nights gone wild (breast first) -

we'll get to these in a minute . . .

so though we spend every day in a van running around the whole city trying to find things like, oh, the perfect stairwell, or something we could make look like a service station, or a copier machine (you know, as an aside, that could all sound like we were making a porn movie. which is not true. HONEST.) in a tight little van with mediocre air conditioning, and tons of traffic because the whole city was on strike in one way or another (garbage workers, then train workers, then escalator drivers. . . i don't know, i stopped keeping track), we try to make up for it every single night, by hitting the buenos aires nightlife.

so, we eat outside along the docks on the river, at amazing steakhouses:

loving up the magret wines:

and a personal favorite the caipirinas made with cachaca :

or, perhaps, going to sucre, for some of the best food in the city, with the stunning backlit bar:

and dishes like pumpkin risotto with garlic and prawns, laced with arugula and crumbled almond shortbread. you heard me. there are no cookies in YOUR ears:

or Olsen, for scandinavian food and, well, more caipirinhas:

julia finally joined us out on this night:

and kira had her friend sascha join us:

and we suprised ed when bebe brought in the cake for his bday.

(personally, i think richard and sara trumped us all by filling his hotel room with a hundred gold mylar baloons in homage to the finale of madonna's confessions tour . . . but i don't have pics of that, so you'll have to do with the cake thing.)

oh no. not over yet.

start using those gams ladies. cab time. bar hopping begins NOW:

first, 878 for some drinks and flirting with the random assortment of brazilian bartenders eddie and sara had picked out for us to view.

god. check bebe's jawline. how bergen in the making:

oooh, we were ready to ROLL:

then we were fueled to hit pacha, for the BIG GAY DANCE NIGHT. i know. suprise.

but my fondest memory of the trip
will be those intimate "lift and push together" moments
i shared with kira:

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

julia francioni - our argentine muse

while choosing locations, we had to pick everything from the actual space, to how we place the people. where the camera might sit. how the light has to fall. enter our unsuspecting p.a., julia.

the light seemed to find her, following her stillness from room to room. i loved photographing her. she would move, and suddenly, i saw the shot.

she walked, and the street became a backdrop.

sure, she kept our life rolling in a foreign land.

but the muse, she became a friend as well.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

palacio duhau, buenos aires -

what happens when you mix an old palace
with a new hotel?

you find a new place to stay when you return to buenos aires.

again, like i have to tell y'all these things.

been here a few days already,
anything you want me to bring back for you?