Woke up this morning feeling as though I was hallucinating the fact that I'm in France( I mean Monaco). A la "Fight Club:" If you wake up in a different time, in a different place, could you be a different person? I always think about that as I take Red Eye flights. You get on a plane at night, pop an Ambien, usually with a mini bottle of burbon (my personal airline boozing favorite), and wake up in X location. How do you really know that you're in said location? There's point A and B, but no in-between. I suppose thats the appeal of road trips. And probably why I am subconsciously terrified of flying. There is nothing more horrifying than the unknown/total lack of control, and the plane dropping 1500 feet in the middle of a trans-Atlantic flight, jolting you from your booze and sleeping pill inebria, definitely qualifies as horrific. That being said I'm flying back to New York first thing tomorrow morning. Look for the semi-conscious, 6'3 hippy looking kid crammed into seat 35 A. I need a haircut.
The shoot today went really well. Chilled out in the hotel for most of the morning, Delt with Delta all morning since they lost three of my cases which had my expensive computer gear in it, went swimming in this crazy indoor/outdoor pool (mostly indoor though, its about 40 something degrees here), and watched a lot of BBC. We shot our tennis player for about 90 minutes and ended up with about 400 frames. Not too bad. Everyone was really happy how everything went and we had a killer dinner next to the Casino Royale to celebrate. I would be in bed right now, but laptops process files ALOT slower than a Mac Pro with 8 processors. fuck you delta. Here's a light test of today, entitled Baguette y Fromagge....
The song for this post is one that Rose gave me. Its really relaxed and dreamy, so being that this was our last job before the holidays, I thought it would be a good idea to keep it chill. That and the fact that my brief layover in New York will conclude with my first full day home (Olympia Washington) in a long time. Which also happens to be a Sunday. I'm really trying hard not to have cheesy tie-ins with the songs for each posting, but so far I'm failing. Maybe I'll do better when I finally post all the stuff from our Brasil trip last week. Until then......this song is pretty fucking good.
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