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sopranos star james gandolfini is a huge supporter of The OctoberWoman Foundation – a foundation for breast cancer research. brianna commerford (who is super energetic, full of life and totally hilarious) is a childhood cancer surviver and ambassador of Hope and Heroes Children’s Cancer Fund. The OctoberWoman Foundation is teaming up with Hope and Heros for a benefit called Celebration of Hope to raise money for Hope and Heros. for info on the Celebration of Hope event go HERE or to donate to the cause go HERE. thanks to mr. gandolfini for being so cool and so dedicated to The OctoberWoman Foundation – and thanks to brianna commerford for being such an energetic, cheerful ball of awesome.
the day before we were supposed to shoot, i got an email from tabitha saying that she had just gotten out of the hospital from some kind of bug or virus or whatever. she was all kinds of messed up for like over a week, but she was still on board so we made it happen – except we took things nice and slow and kept her topped up with some un-nauseating goldfish crackers to keep her from passing out. we had a long day, but she stuck it out.
model tabitha constance
hair/makeup/wardrobe by the very talented shelly van gage
so my friend monte isom is a photographer and he’s always got something up his sleeve. dude kills it behind the camera and his hustle skills are just as strong. on thursday the 8th of july i got a call from monte saying he had a plan in the works. the next day i was on a plane bound for the netherlands. after hanging with customs in amsterdam for six hours or so, and after BARELY making it through with our gear (that’s a crazy story within itself), i rendezvoused with monte and hung for the night. we chilled with some of monte’s rad amsterdam peoples and afterwards got some waves, winks and kisses blown at us while on a walking tour in the red light district.
instead of hookers, we got french fries. they were a lot cheaper and less likely to have STD’s. by that time it was like 2 am, and the women of the night would stroll in and out of the deli in-between clients to order their usual meals – and it totally made me giggly when one of the ladies ordered a hot dog. i got two hours sleep that night and the next morning i was on a plane to madrid. monte’s plan was to photograph the world cup fans in the public viewing areas. he would shoot in amsterdam, i would shoot in madrid and we’d put the pictures side by side to have a fans showdown. my plane landed in madrid and i went straight from the airport to the hotel – and then straight to the plaza de colonone of the many public viewing areas packed with excited futbol fans. i was kinda loopy from no sleep, but the energy of hundreds of thousands of people crammed together kept me goin. here’s what we got: at the end of the second half, the score was 0-0. when overtime kicked in, tension was thick. the ball would get close to spain’s goalie and everybody would start freaking out – then the ball would get close to the netherlands’ goalie and everybody would scream at the top of their lungs. it was back and forth for probably 10 minutes until spain scored. the crowd went totally bonkers. it was insane. completely insane. for the last few minutes, the tension got thicker and the responses got more excited. when overtime ended and spain was still in the lead, the whole city of madrid LIT UP. it was spain’s first world cup win and the most important futbol victory in spain’s history. consider this: in america we have baseball, we have (american) football, and we have basketball. some like one, some like another, some like none. we have no unified sports pride. but in spain (like a lot of other countries) the elderly, the middle-aged, the teenagers and the kids all have a dedicated love for futbol. so you can imagine that when spain won, the city went bananas. TOTALLY – BANANAS. people were yelling, people were jumping, people were hugging and crying, and everybody was happy. i ended up in the middle of a public fountain dance party with about 20,000 happy spaniards. it was an unbelievable night and i can’t believe i was there to watch it all go down. the noise that tore through the city when spain won was the same noise that was still blasting when i went to bed at 5am. i got up 2 hours later and was pretty delirious, but managed to fumble my way to the airport to catch my flight. i must have been in a time warp because i got to nyc 5 days before my checked luggage.
i got a voicemail from erin the night before we were supposed to shoot saying, “i’m having contractions today and i’m in a little pain, so i’m not sure how it’s going to work out for tomorrow…” that was kinda scary. but she ended up feeling better and we got some nice pictures. but dude, that baby was ready to come out. it was kinda rad because she was really still and it was pretty quiet on set, but she had a fully grown bundle of joy in her belly doing the Carlton Banks.
if you’ve never been to the desert before, i have three words for you: PRICKLY – PEAR – CACTUS. it was pretty obvious that neither me or my assistant had ever spent much time in desert-like conditions because within 30 seconds of getting to our location, we were covered with cactus needles. big ones, small ones, heat-seeking ones… holy moly. the first one to REALLY get me was mr. prickly pear himself. i felt a nice jab in my ankle and i looked down to see a happy little ball of death spikes hanging from my leg. when i tried to pull it out, i got stabbed about 27 times in my fingers. i walked around to find a pair of gloves and it just dangled from my ankle like some gothic christmas tree ornament. when i got the gloves i tried to pull it slowly, but it just pulled my skin with it (like if you pinch your skin with your fingers and pull it). so i snatched it out real quick-like, and the cute mace-like ball was replaced with a dull burning sensation pretty much all day. that was the first round in a long, heated fight with the desert landscape. later i was shooting and my assistant yelled “yowwwwwwww!!” i looked over at him and he said with big eyes, “man, i just bent down and sat on a cactus.”
hair: kelly marie from S.I.M.
makeup: samantha from S.I.M.
sometimes you’ll see someone who’s not a model on a set and you’re like, ” dude, why aren’t THEY in front of the camera?” that’s pretty much how nicole got her start. she was a makeup artist/hair stylist and eventually somebody told her she was on the wrong end of the camera. good thing, too – cause she’s pretty awesome at modeling.
check out more shots of her on her site HERE
we found an igloo. it wasn’t huge, but it was big enough that we both crawled in and could have squeezed another person at least – maybe two. it was the snowiest month in NY history and the fourth largest snow storm in the city on record – and i was shooting heidi just as the last of the snow was falling. in fact, before we finished it had completely stopped – minus the massive avalanches that fell down from the treetops at random. heidi is hilarious. she talks a lot – but not the annoying kind – she just says exactly what’s on her mind. i think that’s cool. she has lots of energy and didn’t need much direction. we shot till heidi was just about numb and wrapped the day with some hot chocolate.
turns out that one of my favorite makeup artist guys is also a girl – well, sorta – he’s a drag queen. and not only is he a drag queen, but he’s a drag mother with a family of protege drag queens to whom he teaches the ways of femininity and how to be excessively fabulous. he called me up and asked me if i’d take a few shots of his drag family, so i was like, “sure, bring em over to my apartment and i’ll help you out” and figured i’d bang out a quick little shoot and call it good. they showed up and started to get ready – they were in that room for FOUR hours. holy schmoly. no detail was spared. when jezzeniah and her crew came strutting out in a cloud of hairspray, glitter, skin bronzer and sequins, the fabulousness was excessive and the femininity was flowing in true-drag style, complete with angry complaints about the heels – enough to make a drag mama proud.
i moved schools twice when i was growing up, and both times i was expected to know stuff at my new school that my last school had yet to teach. i remember showing up halfway during the year in 4th grade and my new class was having a multiplication bee (kind of like a spelling be) and i felt super stupid because my last school hadn’t started learning multiplication tables yet – so i’d just spout out some random number to get it over with then sit down acting like i tried. the next subject to suffer because of another move was geography. i never learned where stuff is. my former school had yet to teach it, my new school had already taught it. so i just never learned it. is it the schools’ fault for having different teaching schedules? course not, it’s MY fault for not having the initiative to learn it after the fact. but, nevertheless and notwithstanding – i still never learned my geography, including that stupid song about the states and capitals that pierces my heart every time i hear it. the way i learn geography is from the maps on airplane TVs. my first time out west i had no idea where oregon was until i saw it on a map halfway across the states. i learned where japan was when i saw it on the TV en route to tokyo. “where is ireleand?” you ask? well i could have told you right after i saw it on the airplane TV as we were leaving JFK. i usually pay pretty close attention to the maps, but for this trip the plane was kind of gangster and didn’t have individual TVs in front of every seat, but had community TVs and the one closest to me wasn’t easy to look at – so i didn’t. because of it i didn’t even really bother to see where barcelona was. i really don’t mind not know where places are. i kind of like the novelty of it all. it’s like every trip is a little surprise. as it turns out on the airplane TV map on the flight home, barcelona is in spain – and that’s underneath france. has been for a long time.
sometimes i talk to myself while i’m shooting. like, i’ll mumble stuff about my camera settings and whatever. but not only is katherine an amazing model, she’s also handy with the camera and knew exactly what i was mumbling about, so i had to be on my toes not to mumble too much – or if i did, i had to make sure it wasn’t anything dumb. she totally killed it – and then after our shoot, she broke out her cammy and made me model for her. that was a first. check out my debut below. you can see more pictures of katherine, her photography and her writings on her website at iheartkat.com.