homoerotic adventures

last night was the most incredible night of my life.

it was decided, a day late (although that resulted in some good), that The Sheik should do a photo shoot. There was cursory talk of getting a girl to come, but frankly no one was that interested.

So our new friend Caleb brought his brother Matt (who rides BMX for Oakley) to the warehouse as our sole model.

Caleb is an art freak, so it was his vision we were to be following - he wanted dark shots. Uber-fashiony. Matt got dressed up in outfits of mainly my choosing and tippi, chris and caleb took hundreds of shots, adjusted lights and background, got boozed up and filmed the whole event.

After an hour, I had to go get Natalie. It was just that gay.

Matt is a tad ripped, but we dressed him up in belly shirts and half gloves, made him stand in unnatural poses. We gayed him up. And he went pretty willingly. The whole thing went on for hours. Natalie couldn't stop laughing.

And we got some great shots - a little too great. It really enforced my belief that photography is a bit of a crock. Although, now I am thinking that, at least with fashion or people shots, one must be able to make strangers relax and look natural. Maybe that is the skill in itself.

anyway, I hope this sheik thing works out. My whole leaving thing is going to throw a wrench in the works, but good ideas can ride out a storm.

I hav decided to make no new friends in Waterloo. Rather, I will attempt to get published, work on the IR code, read a lot, learn to sew (Natalis is giving me her sewing machine until she returns from india) and learn french. I can do all that, but only if I don't have to deal with annoying "others."