February 10, 2008
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Meth Poker And Art, March 11th-21st, 2007
On March 11th Jenna and I went to see this crazy painter Martin Ramirez.
Literally crazy, spent half of his life in a looney bin.
But the work had something compelling about it.
These are the few pictures I could sneak a snap shot of between the shifty eyes of ogres.
Two days later I got to attend the premier of Montana Meth at HBO headquarters. You remember that crazy nightmare I assisted on, right? Well, it definitely was tough, but it has a bit of prestige. It did air on HBO (well, HBO2 actually, cause it was basically a repeat of the director’s previous movie, only this time in Montana).
And the premier was a whole event, shrimp, drinks, everything. Several other PSers made it out.
Some of them trying to look casual.
Princess here also assisted on the job. She felt the pain of the Meth.
When the show started, people rushed towards one theatre, and I tried going there, but got pulled away to another theatre because the first was getting full. It turned out to be the wrong choice. We had a live feed from the other theatre, as the producres and director spoke. At one point, they asked the assitant editors or Zieman-ites to stand and be clapped at, and I was a bit pissed I got stuck in the other room, not visually acknowledged (yeah, I can be that petty). But at least I got my credit.
Everyone all depressed after the movie.
Except John and the martinet director Eames Yates.
Why not end the premier with a nice elevator pic?
The next day I went to a fancy restaurant with cool lighting, Sapa.
Twas a dinner with the very nice people at Driver after we’d done a few jobs with them. Here’s some PS 260 action.
And some blurry Driver kids.
Don’t forget about Vera.
Ahhhh… Wouldn’t you just let these two produce anything?
Or these two?
Hell, how about all four.
Downstairs to the bathroom…
…there’s some good light.
One day after that, I saw this little guy just sitting on some brownstone’s fence. Gotta love New York City.
On the weekend, I made it in to Matt and Althea’s to play some poker with this crew.
Something that became a very rare occurrence in 2007. I believe I can count the games on two hands, maybe just the
Something went down and everyone…
…had to take a shot.
As the poker began to fade, so the guitar hero began to blare.
Althea
And Matt’s friend, who we’ll call Ishmael, rocked out for a few bars.
Then it got late. And btw, this is not the first I’ve seen of Liz in that position (nor I guess, will it be the last).
We interrupt this post to bring you a lesson on shot labeling. Wide Shot (WS).
Medium Shot (MS).
Close Up (CU).
The next Monday I guess I won some money at the ol’ Advertising poker ring.
Tuesday I hit some gloaming action on this lovely puppy.
Wednesday purple came to town.
And I visited with John.
As he showed off some of his scroll drawings.
This other younger wes alum was there. Let’s call him Cynico. A bit of a douche… Arrogant, entitled, hating New York City cause he can’t afford it… working for an Ad agency at the time… I wonder if he made it. My guess is he’s no longer in NYC, and god bless.
Then I played with my moustache.
While showing off the studies those big paintings came from, which I bought from John.
I paid way more than they’re worth, but I was in a weird place where I felt like helping John out.
Who knows, maybe they will be a sound investment some day?
