July 31, 2015

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Hi everybody! Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past. Things I used to think about when I was lying on my back for so long.

Let’s call this blog – Depression 101. I say this because for most of my career as a fashion photographer I would schlepp my portfolio around to different art directors for work. The hotels I stayed in ranged from premier to rock bottom. I remember one night I was in Germany, I stayed in a real low budget hotel. It was stark. It was like a freaking prison cell. And to top it all off, there was a vending machine that dispensed ice cold beer. Man, those Germans drink a lot of beer. I didn’t sleep all night. You know, talking about Germany, one night I went out for dinner. The restaurant I went to was packed. The Maitre’d said, “Oh, you’re alone. One person. Come this way please.” He sat me down at the world’s smallest table. Then, all of a sudden, as I’m going through my menu, a very attractive woman sits down across from me. She starts going through the menu. It was all very awkward. I was like, two feet from her. I didn’t know what to say. I thought I was being picked up by a cougar. Well, apparently, in Germany, if there’s a single seat available, they fill it. I didn’t know this. Going back to when she sat down, I didn’t know what to do. I asked her if she wanted a drink and started talking to her. She totally ignored me and pulled out a book. Like I said, it was all very awkward.

One time I was in Hawaii on a job. I was checking into my hotel. It was an amazing and beautiful hotel. As I came in with my luggage a big whale in the background came out of the water. It was like a TV commercial. You couldn’t have timed it better. That was cool. Great Hotel.

Depression 101 was basically about the low budget hotels I stayed in. Reflecting about it, I don’t think I’m even gonna go there. Like my friend here said, I’ll just choose to remember the good hotels.

That’s it for this week. This is B. Nice signing off. Oh yeah! Here’s the link to the trailer for the movie I did. Remember, I did a movie to call attention to brain injury. There’s gonna be a lot of people coming back from the wars and a lot of people using the phone while driving, that have brain injury. Watch and see the trailer.¬†https://vimeo.com/134879643

Heres the link to my other blog.

July 24, 2015

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Hi you guys. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past. I was reading my last blog I did and it brought up some old memories. I’m a bit conflicted on the modeling thing. I used to like to use new people. I remember, I worked with a European magazine going to South America. We used a girl and a guy from South America, and brought a model from New York. The model from New York was new but perfect for the job. Now, this model from New York basically hadn’t left her street. Hadn’t left her city, much less her country. We took a limo to the airport and then flew to South America where we caught a bus to our location. She totally freaked out. And then, we got to the house we were renting and I told her there was no phone or internet. She totally totally freaked out. She said, “Oh my God! How’m I gonna text my boyfriend?”

I always recommended that you follow your dreams. If one of those dreams is modeling, well, go for it. I’ve been trying to figure out how you can get an education and model at the same time. You see, modeling can open up some new doors for you. You have amazing experiences. You will meet amazing people. I guess you could do school online. You know, get your liberal arts out of the way, and then, when you graduate, you know, get your diploma, you could pursue what you want to do. This would take a lot of dedication. Hey, who would ever think I would be a guidance counselor. That reminds me of high school when I met my guidance counselor. He at one point said, “Hey Nice, come over here. I want to talk to you about your SAT scores.” He said, “Come into my office.” And he shut the door. He said, “Sit down.” He said, “I got your scores for your SATs. They are around 800.” I said, “Wow! For English or Math?” He said, “No, 800 combined.” I said to myself, I’m officially one step above a monkey. He said, “With a score like this, you’re going nowhere.” He then said, “So your dad’s an artist, right? Maybe you should think about the arts.” That’s where it all began. I think I did pretty good though.

Have a good week. Love, B. Nice

Here’s the link to my blog about the present.

July 18, 2015

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Hi you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past, my past, as a photographer. Remember I used to lie on my back and think about my past.

One of the most important things to do as a photographer is to have top models in your portfolio. It really brings the book up a notch. I used to always go around to the agencies and look at the board. You know, see who’s coming up in the ranks. Every once in a while I would go out to lunch with one of the top bookers. Every once in a while a booker would throw you a bone and give you a top model for a photo shoot.

One time, I was in Spain. I went to have dinner and invited a young model to have dinner with the crew. Well, the girl, she wanted a pina colada. And being Europe and all, I said, “Sure, why not? Have a pina colada.” Bad idea. Well, the girl disappeared. She ended up downtown in a fast food restaurant with one of the crew. Well, I can tell you that never happened again. It was like feeding a gremlin some water. Live and learn right? She did become one of the world’s top models.

You know, it’s pretty ¬†common that models have a short shelf life. They work hard for a short time. Actually, I wouldn’t even recommend it to someone that’s close to me, or far away for that matter. Remember, you’re better off being a smart, educated girl who’s pretty.

You know, a friend of mine from Australia stopped by the other day and brought up some old memories of good times. I don’t know even where to begin. I lived there for about ten years. It was a great place to start out as a photographer. He was my assistant. His other job was on the fire brigade. He would show up in full uniform on the back of a fire truck, take off his captain’s uniform and put on his photo assistant get up. The models would look at him and go, “Who is this guy?” A man in uniform will always break a girl’s heart.

Have a good week you guys. Love, B. Nice

Here’s a link to my other blog about the present.

July 7, 2015

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Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past. You know, when people always say, “Live in the moment,” when you’re like this, with a brain injury, the last thing you want is to live in the moment. I used to think about the past or I would remember jokes people would tell me when they stopped by for a visit. Here’s one joke and then I will call it quits cause it’s too freaking hot:

So there’s a ventriloquist on a stage with a mannequin on his knee. The ventriloquist starts telling blond jokes like you know, your average blond jokes. Well, all of a sudden, a blond woman stands up out of the audience. She says, “I’m tired of these blond jokes. I’m tired of people insulting us blonds. We’re not that stupid.” And the guy, the ventriloquist says, “Lady, just calm down. It’s only an act.” The woman in the audience says, “I wasn’t addressing you. I was talking to that little guy on your knee.”

Have a good week you guys. I miss you! Love, B. Nice

Oh yeah, here’s my other blog where I talk about the present.

July 3, 2015

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Hi you guys. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past. I can’t remember if I told you this story. The memory of a story was triggered by a phone call from an old friend of mine. A friend I used to surf with. One weekend he was kind enough to let me stay at his house in Montauk, NY. The house was right by the sea. We used to windsurf all the time. Anyway, I borrowed his truck, his dog and went windsurfing. I was having a great time. His dog, named King, was in the water and I jibe around him. It was a windy day and a grey day. King was a big dog, was happily playing in the water. Anyway, after my full day of windsurfing, I rolled up my sail and put the board back in my friend’s pick up truck. I put the dog in there as well. I went off to the clam bar to have some tuna. Well, I got to the clam bar and I sat down to have a beer and some tuna. Then let the dog out of the back of the truck because he seemed kind of nervous. Well, the dog was walking around interrupting everyone so I tied him up to my chair because the people next to me were complaining about the dog. I carried on having my beer and my food when all of a sudden the dog looked at me with a terrified look on his face. I said to the dog, “What’s wrong King?” The dog obviously didn’t say anything but arched his back like the Sydney Harbor bridge. The dog’s long tail went straight up into the air. The dog then proceeded to spray the entire table next to me out of his butt. Now, I’m not talking about a small dog. This is a big big Chesapeake Bay Retriever. A big dog. Anyway, going back to the people next to me that were covered in saltwater and dog shit, they were a little upset, I must say. The children looked like a Jackson Pollack painting. The father was furious. He said, “Look what your dog has done to us.” And repeating a famous line from a Pink Panther movie, I said, “That’s not my dog.”

Anyway, that’s about all for this week. Here’s my link to the blog where I talk about the present.

Love, B. Nice