_heartland inn, council bluff, IOWA. i am not sure when i did my first one but i’ve quite a few in the series. nothing like the loneliness of being in a hotel in the middle of nowhere to spur my creativity. maybe i can get real cute and invite girls to my hotel room and take photos. so tiring but i guess i wouldn’t turn it down if it was offered on a platter.
in a classic extreme lifestyle scheduling, after a fairly first party at the new space, i had a 4 hour yoga work shop with an intereting yoga teacher that intergrates the practice with a number schools of buddhism. the first hour was mentally painful as i am trying to refrain from my head imploding because i didn’t drink any water before passing out with a stomache filled with the hottest thai dish this side of the pacific. anyway, i was drawn to the workshop because her primary tibetan teacher was someone i had taken a retreat with. […]
this was from our first big break into sf’s high society – the holiday party for sfmoma cx members – the hip and the rich. santa was no other than one of our own. those were the good old times.
in a single night, i experience the full gamut of my meaningless photography career.