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Gabbie Carter is impeccable as always. I love her even though she is nearly impossible to reach via text or call. Happy Monday.
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"September. The calm before the storm. I remember going to Kyiv. It felt like Russia, but freer. It had it's rough edges too, a seedy underbelly, yet the people somehow appeared more optimistic. Things were heading in the right direction, even if slowly. Pretty sure that's all gone now. I hope I will get to return. I hope I get to meet more people like Nika."
Sloan Kendricks told me she was into being handcuffed and also getting messy with food. So we worked through some ideas on a warm afternoon in West Los Angeles. Sloan's playful, easygoing attitude is not exactly what I expect from a woman has the genetics of a high-end runway model. I am going to make sure to bring her back. Ringside's Struggle is the song in the bonus video.
Winter Bliss, anxious and beautiful. Staying warm on cold days, not thinking of you. From the infinite void she will pluck her next fire diamond.
Leisel Bonnke is an elegant person with taste, but that did not prevent her from taking these nutty photos at Target with me. Even at this point in October, you are probably getting tired of all the Halloween hype. Yeah commercialism has its drawbacks. Like when someone unloads an automatic rifle on a packed crowd, just about every corporation feels the responsibility to include their condolences with their current marketing campaign. Here at Zishy we regretfully send our thoughts and prayers to the victims of ... shut the fuck up you opportunistic halfwit. We see what you're doing. Anyways, Such Great Heights by the Postal Service plays in the bonus video.
Aurora Zvezda wanted to do some shopping and immediately I thought of Buffalo Exchange in Santa Monica. They buy select used clothes from the public and sell them back at reasonable prices. They also don't seem to mind if you're an attractive female wearing a fairly transparent sweater with nothing underneath. I purchased Aurora a short skirt and top and we decided to put them to use at a local drugstore, commando-style. It didn't take long for the Walgreens' employees to get suspicious. We made our purchase and went back to Aurora's to enjoy some of the Devil's cabbage. But remember, good people don't use marijuana.
"GM, guys. I'm such a sucker for Meadow Brink and her numerous charms. When she invited me to Wisconsin, I jumped. I had no idea how cold it would be. I'm a Texas boy. I fought through the pain as long as I could but had to tap out early. I'm really sorry, friends. Or maybe I'm not a pussy and there will be a part 2 to this. Guess we're gonna find out ;)"
Brandy Gila and I made it to the nursery just before closing time. We went to areas we weren't supposed to. We did things that were prohibited, but no one got hurt. That is what a lot of my life has become discovering which rules are necessary and which ones are simply in place due to prior momentum. We are surrounded by gobs of nonsense, so I feel zero shame in searching for what really matters. Like Conor eloquently put it, I'd like to take this chance to apologize ... to absolutely nobody.
From my vantage point, I see this as the last update of Wendy Patton. It has been a while since I have spoken with Wendy. The majority of these women disappear from my life shortly after I photograph them. There is no animosity, it's just the natural progression of things. I can't marry them all and I don't want to start a cult, for the time being, so we share these moments and go our separate ways. Fortunately, mine and Wendy's paths crossed a few times. Hope she stays fearless. Onward.
I have lived in Santa Barbara since I was a boy, breathing in the coastal air, gazing at colorful sunsets which lingered over the Pacific Ocean. I did everything right. Went to school, got a job, got married, you know, the whole number. But these days, the world seems to be caving in on itself. The decline has always been present but felt much slower earlier in my life. And now it seems to have picked up an insane momentum. I feel so empty with everything that I do. I am constantly either on edge or feebly trying to distract myself from the horrors of our reality. Yes, OUR reality. It isn't even about me anymore. Now this is about all of us. That makes me even more sad. --discarded poem found at beach parking lot in 2018. What a pussy.
Kiev is a strangely wonderful place. I was glad I did not listen to the Russian propaganda which preached fear and distrust towards all things Ukrainian. My dollar went a long way in the nation's capital and I always felt relatively safe for being in a country at war. I am also American, so nothing new. Regan Budimir is one of the most conspicuous people to take around the busiest part of the city in an outfit like this, but I figured I came this far so what the hell? Stay crispy.