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while we were shooting the first look, i asked asa (pronounced “asha”) if she would sing while i shot. she was quiet and a little shy, so i figured puttin her in her element might help her feel more comfortable. the second she started her song, everyone in the studio froze in their tracks like they were playing red light/green light, completely mesmerized. she has THAT kind of voice. i got some great pictures – and she got a new fan.
HERE is the piece on the MTV Iggy website.
here are a couple of my favorite asa songs:
samuel adams always thought running for fun was ridiculous. unless he was late or being chased by someone with a knife – he was walking. but one fine day he got inspired by steve prefontaine’s amazing story and laced up his sneakers. that’s all it took. he’s been hooked ever since and now sam wants to stir inspiration in everyone else who thinks they’ll never run strictly for recreation. sam looks a lot like pre to begin with, so he grew a sweet handlebar stache and we shot some pictures to capture the spirit of pre’s devotion to running. i have to say that i’m on the “lateness and knives” program, but after hanging with sam and hearing his story it got me thinkin about hittin the pavement myself. if you’d like some motivation to use your getaway sticks, sam will be holding meet-ups, races, fun runs and other cool stuff. check out his site: www.preliveson.com.
anna went on some kind of body cleansing detox to leach the toxins out of her body. it subsequently leached all of the energy out of her body – so we kept the shoot at a slow pace so she wouldn’t pass out. anna makes almost passing out look awesome.
pei pei lin is an actress – but she’d have a hard time acting like someone who didn’t have a killer body.
i got a call from YRB mag to do a very last-minute shoot with ryan dungey on the street in soho. it was his first time in nyc and he seemed pretty hyped to be here. dungey is pretty fancy on a dirtbike. he slays every race he enters and his victory list wouldn’t fit on one of those 82 page nyc diner menus. in fact, he became the first rookie in history to win both the premier supercross and national motocross titles in his inaugural season. to top it off, he led team USA to victory in the motocross of nations. motocross of nations! that sounds superbad, huh? well that’s because it is. and ryan crushed it.
“hey kid, you wanna take pichas of me punchin metal?”
“nah, punchin! punchin metal! i’ve been punchin metal for 17 years. i’ll punch that metal pole over there all day if you wanna take pichas! you wanna?”
“yes i do.”
meet johnny knuckles. mr. knuckles stumbled upon the art of metal punchery 17 years ago and the rest is history. he’s got an addictive smile and speaks his thick brooklyn accent with excitement. i’d be excited too if i was 75 years old and could still bang out more knuckle push-ups than most people a quarter of my age. well, given the sickly and lethargic state of lazy-america these days, i guess that’s not saying much. but even compared to the “healthy and energetic-america” standards of yonder-years, mr. knuckles is still holding his own. he must’ve done 20 push ups while i was shooting him. he even did some of the hard kind with the hands close together as his boombox was blazing some awesome 80’s jam that i promised myself i would remember but forgot.
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
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.
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.