I’m going to have to come up with a new category or even a new subject name for these nights out with friends and parties and random hot women with random breasts and random randomisations of randomness randomingly randoming random randoms ’till they’re random ramdon’s.
Ok. That’s possibly the 2 vodkas and 1 Heineken I had tonight.
And maybe even the coconut juice I had when I came home.
Oh do I love my coconut juice. I’d love someone to make an alcoholic drink out of it so I could drink it more often and find it more easily. And not Malibu. That’s coconut flavoured. The coconut flavouring is nice, but if I want to taste artificial coconut, I’ll go lick the tummy or ass of a girl lying on a beach to get the sunscreen essence off of her flesh and then deal with the fucking lawsuit later on.
Tonight was [url=http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,20813960-5009160,00.html]the launch of the Black & White special issue about the Chadwick model agency[/url] as well as celebrating their 30th anniversary.
A few months ago, I was sent to work with [url=http://www.jamescant.com/]James Cant[/url] as a digital operator on this shoot for Black & White Magazine.
That was my job at the time. Still is to a degree.
Of course… aside for working with a bloody good photographer, I was to be working on set with… topless women (and men), for this issue was all about the topless-ness.
Perhaps I should’ve titled this thing “random toplessness”. Nahhh… can’t do that… their toplessness wasn’t random and was strategically thought about from the get go.
Anyway, I’ve still got some pictures laying around from the shoots that I can probably publish online since they were shot by me on my camera and I’ve got about seven bucks to my name so suing me is only good for about seven bucks.
What will seven bucks buy you these days? A dinner at Macca’s? A very cheap whore (if you’re that cheap, please contact me immediately)…? A movie where [url=http://www.ezydvd.com.au/item.zml/152]Demi Moore gets fucked and tries to fuck Michael Douglas[/url] or even a film where [url=http://www.ezydvd.com.au/item.zml/2125]Demi Moore teases all of us that wouldn’t mind fucking her while in the meantime making a fucking horrible film[/url]?
Either of those. Anyway, on a completely unrelated note, here are some images from the shoot a few months ago.
[img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2006/Cant001.jpg[/img]
[i][url=http://www.chadwickmodels.com/compcard/955]Eunice[/url], one of the models.[/i]
[img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2006/Cant002.jpg[/img]
[i]Where I worked: a trolley with a PowerMac on it next to the studio where James worked.[/i]
[img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2006/Cant003.jpg[/img]
[i]Damien, James’ assistant at the time, sleeping.[/i]
[img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2006/Cant004.jpg[/img]
[i]Another model, [url=http://www.chadwickmodels.com/compcard/1306]this time Zoe[/url], on the phone in two different shots of her.[/i]
So, I got the call from Wade down at [url=http://www.zeduce.org/]Pix Photo Media[/url] this afternoon that I’d been invited to the launch party for this thing. I got the invite email and both Ben and Wade from Pix would be going, as would [url=http://www.zeduce.org/]Wendell[/url].
That’s nifty. People I know. That’s pretty much the only sort of reason I’d go to a party of any kind. I’m not exactly a face that blends in easily. I can get blended, but blending in isn’t the easiest of things for freaks like me.
So I go. I see James. He’s cool, as is Damien (whose name I’m probably spelling wrong in some form or another… seriously… there are too many different spellings of names). There’s drinking and hot women with more reach in height than I could possibly think of.
Do they get clouds where their eyes are?
It’s odd. I don’t intend to look at the models’ breasts or thighs, and yet I’m stunningly given no choice if I want to look at the models since most of them are a lot taller than me and a view of them pretty much entails staring at either their thighs or their tits. I’m not sure if that’s disturbing or not, but it’s seriously the case.
I was looking up at women all night and at no point did it cross my mind if they’d ever actually realise they were looking down on me.
Did I look like an ant from above?
I have no idea what sex would be like in that.
Do you go down on a girl that tall and then take an elevator just to ask them if it was good for them?
I went to the bar earlier on and saw Jane. Jane is hot. Always has been (well, at least since when I met her) and always probably will be. It’s just one of those things. As consistent as the brick that’s just about to hit your windshield. Seriously. Look out your window. A brick is about to hit your windshield. Don’t ask me why. It just is. It’s consistent. See.
Jane was cool and I’ll see her tomorrow… today… tonight… one of them… at the National Art School Third Year opening… as it was her last year and it’s her opening (technically) tomorrow night… ahhh… memories…
And then she served me up a Vodka cranberry cocktail and I went on my merry way to do whatever the hell it is I do when I’m on my merry way.
I actually spent most of the night following Wendell around.
I even met Tito, from [url=http://www.titomedia.com/]the Tito Media group[/url] I’m beginning to do music photography press work for. Weird night, eh?
Actually, I began to spend a fair bit of the night out on the patio-balcony-thingy with James and Ben as Wendell was going to leave and I was going to be bored once again.
[img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2006/Chadwick001.jpg[/img]
[i]Hanging out with Ben from Pix.[/i]
You see… me and parties… we don’t get on very well. Somewhere between parties being social and me not being immediately-social… there’s a problem with the language.
That and [url=https://www.leighlo.com/spore/index.php?gallery=./B-Paparazzi/2006-09-20-TheBestOfNASProtest&image=027-DSC_0764.jpg]I don’t exactly have a pretty face[/url]. Seriously, if you saw [url=https://www.leighlo.com/spore/index.php?gallery=./DSLR%20Users.com/2006-10-02-WeekendAway&image=DSC_6708.jpg]this face[/url] in the room, it’s unlikely you’d want to tap it.
I actually started playing with my Nintendo DS at one point during the patio-balcony-thingy.
Now, you might immediately ask yourself why the fuck would I do that, especially with all the hot women floating around the place.
[img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2006/Chadwick002.jpg[/img]
[i]Eunice and Zoe with some other random guy I’ve never met or seen.[/i]
You also might immediately ask yourself where you left the lubricant. I honestly don’t have a clue what normal people ask themselves, when they ask themselves, or why the hell they’re worrying about lubricant while reading a blog.
Regardless, I had my DS with me in case I get bored. As I mentioned before, parties and myself don’t normally work all that well together… so I have the Nintendo in case I get bored.
Well, one girl seemed to take exception to me playing my Nintendo and even tried taking it off of me (which didn’t work) and shutting the clamshell lid on my fingers (which actually annoys me). She told me that if I was bored, I should go home. I told her that if I was at home, I’d still be bored and there wouldn’t be the same sort of atmosphere for me to be bored in.
I’m not someone you want to get into an argument with… can ya tell?
Anyway, I’m not sure if she saw me playing my DS as an insult to her… but she wasn’t talking to me in the first place.
Also, if she’s carrying around a phone with games on it or a camera on it which costs three times as much (if not more) as my Nintendo, then it’s a bloody double standard.
I can see a point where she might be upset for thinking my DS is more interesting than she was, even if it is.
But if you’re not talking to me and I’m not talking to you then seriously… what the fuck are you getting so uppity with in regards to me playing on my Nintendo?!
That said, I’d have tapped it.
I have no picture and she wasn’t anywhere near as hot as a lot of the eye candy floating around the party… but shit… when you’re a sexually frustrated nutcase… well, what right do you have to be picky?!
Still, off-topic which is incredibly usual for me, I spent the rest of the night talking to Ben & James & Wade & Damien about random crap in its entirety, until we were kicked off of the balcony and we all got into Ben’s car for the ride home.
[img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2006/Chadwick003.jpg[/img]
[i]James Cant at the party.[/i]
Before we were kicked off and while Ben & I were talking about Scientology, Mormons, and crop-circles (oh yeah, because that would make sooo much sense if all of that was connected), a group of security tripped and knocked down an Aboriginal lady who looked like she’d thrown a glass bottle at them… or the club… or something.
[img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2006/Chadwick004.jpg[/img]
Ben was nice enough to give us all lifts home. At any one point, I highly doubt there have been 5 photographers or even 5 photography-related individuals in that car at any one time.
If we’d been involved in a fatal accident, the headlines would’ve read something like “Five photographers coming back from a party who had seen breasts all night were involved in a fatal car crash…” or something like that.
It’s a shame too because I hadn’t actually seen any breasts tonight outside of their garments… which is a bit of a shame, really.
Anyway, that was the night. I’ve spent a good hour to an hour and a half writing this blog entry and it being 5.42 in the morning, I should probably set up an animation render and then fall in my purple bedsheets and snooze till… when is it I normally wake up…