Tarnish

Originally Posted Saturday, February 24, 2013

Friday came with high hopes for the weekend.  The weather was beautiful, my heart full of promise.  And Friday came out fine.  Last night, I shot for the first time in over a month--the girl with the Betty Davis eyes.  She is not very good about communicating (and I am), and so we had bickered and quarreled over the last month.  I didn't really care if she came or not, but she did.  And oh, wow!  She looked amazing.  Last time she came, I thought she was probably a drug addict.  Her skin was not toned, her body soft, her gut too big, etc. 

"What the hell?" I cried when I saw her.  "You look great!"

"Thanks.  I've been working out."

She changed her diet, began running and going to the gym.  She looked like a new girl.  She was happier and more confident in the studio.  I felt like I was stealing something.  '

"I'm going to lose more weight," she said.  "See me in a month." 

I have sent a couple models to a modeling agency that is good.  The girl in today's pic was signed immediately.  She is in Miami this weekend, NYC next month, then L.A. and Milan.  Oh. . . she doesn't write me any more. 

But I will send the girl with the eyes there, too, soon.  Until then (before she quits coming also), I will make more pictures with her. 

I have a great eye for talent.  They should be paying me. 

I came home from the shoot and downloaded the pictures and was jacked to the ceiling.  It was early, but a couple of whiskeys and some email and I was ready for bed. 

I woke at midnight.  One-thirty.  Three.  Four.  At six, I decided to get up. 

I feel like poop. 

The weekend will not be what I had in mind.  I wanted to feel like a kid and go play.  I feel like someone who is getting over the flu instead.  The morning is muggy and cloudy.  The weekend has lost its shine. 

But there are pictures to look forward to.  There is that, at least.  And perhaps a nap.