In Monte Carlo shooting a portrait of a tennis player for a mens magazine. Took the red eye out (insert indefinite amount of time) ago and am still in a mild daze. Heard this song in the Virgin Music Store in Union Square on Sunday and googled "keep marching along, target, nuclear, lyrics" to find out the title/artist. Had it stuck in my head for the tedious check-in and even more painful security line at JFK.
Once in Nice, my computer, printer, and monitor didn't arrive, and debating a lost baggage situation in France, when you don't speak French, to a Frenchy, is just french-tastic. Hopefully they show today, otherwise its laptop time for our 90 minute window of shooting.
Cruising downtown yesterday, looking at the multi million dollar yatchs, the ridiculously expensive sports cars and people whose lap dogs are classier than me. Trying to get into the fabled "Casino Royale," you have a compulsory coat check, two security guards, and a 10 euro fee just to get into the parlor. Wearing a pair of jeans, some Nike street shoes, and an H&M "hey i'm trying to class it up" trench coat didn't get me the warmest welcome into the casino. Don't make me a target assholes. I'm just here to work.
View from my hotel room.....not too shabby.
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