testing shoot

Yesterday morning was laid back and easy. I overcame (most) of my caffeine withdrawal jitters by running resolution tests between my camera and Glass’.

We were out and about by noon, first stopping by a great little pop-culture depository which calls itself a record store. The shop had a rather comprehensive designer toy section and a eclectic books section leaning heavy toward graphic design.

We got our shop on and then headed across the street to a new restaurant called “Pot Luck” – which seems to be a front for a catering operation. The food was delightful. A little shi-shi but not over the top.

Headed downtown and got to run around Contemporary Arts Center for a good hour and some change. The current special-ex is called“Beautiful Loosers”, a great show of “street art”. I didn’t know wheater to drool on the exhibit or the nice architecture.

Somewhere during the day – Glass got a call from a friend who works at the hipster video post-production house in town. They were looking for someone to be in a music video they’re working on who closely resembles an old haggard bum.

Glass graciously, and without taking offense, said he’d love to stop by so they could do some camera tests.

The production joint was one of those super wigged out, architect’s wet-dream projects, “fuck you look how much money we have” places I hadn’t seen the likes of since the 90′s in St. Louis. (*they’ve all since gone bankrupt in our town and have closed).

Despite the oppressive show of cool – I still couldn’t help but drool on the poured concrete industrial spankness of it all,… and kept my envious grumbling to a simple: “It’s nice to be bankrolled”

Glass got into “costume”, which meant slipping into the outfits he had pulled from his closet to bring along. They handed him a sandwich board to put on, later to be animated with changing symbolic messages, and took the test shots infront of a chroma-key green background.

Here’s the real tickler… The band the video is for is Bad Religon…. One of my favorite bands. (They were the hard fare on the otherwise melancholy Morrissey and faggy syth-pop music menu of my college-daze).

The coincidence was somewhat freaky.

We retired back to Chez-Glass for dinner: Cincinnati chili over spaghetti toped with Cheddar. *I packed my cholesterol pills.

The busy day had left us pooped and me feeling unworthy of Glass’ cool-factor. He tends to do that to me, but I can usually shake the creeping feelings of insecurity by reminding myself that he likes us right back.

In twenty four hours we have nearly eaten his entire kitchen stores and have trashed this once super-clean, if not a little anal, beautiful home.

Can’t blog – I’m going to clean up some before he gets up.

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