Valentine’s Day 2017


You know, my dad always said, “There’s a big difference between saying something, and doing something.” I agree, but I’d also say, “You should always reach your goal even though you’re limited in what you can do.” And by the way, there are no limits.
Every day, just about every day, at 5 o’clock, I draw a heart for my daughter. I’ve been doing this for a few years. I always wanted to see the hearts up and all together in one place. So, on February 14, 2017, we packed all my hearts, all 600 of them, into two suitcases, drove into the city, went to the loft where I had my first brain bleed, put up all 600 hearts, looked at them, took photographs, watched the sunset as all my friends arrived. Then, had a good chat. Then, took down all the hearts, packed them up and went home. We had a classic pop-up art show. We all talked about doing it, and then did it.
Going back to the scene of the crime was kind of like giving the finger to my brain bleeds. It was kind of a big FU to my brain bleeds, my brain surgeries, my seizures, etc. It didn’t bother me going back there. It was kind of a challenge, but it felt good.
You know, I just wanted to say thank you to my family and all of my good friends. They were really helpful. I couldn’t have done this alone. No way. So, thank you to all my angels. The only regret I have is I wish Sam, my daughter, was here to see this all. So, if you see her, please show this to her. She lives in Texas. I hope you get to check out all the photos. It was pretty cool. Not a bad Valentine’s Day present. Right?
This is B. Nice signing off. Love, B. Nice

November 17, 2016


Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past. Now, I’m gonna combine Halloween with Veteran’s Day. Sounds bizarre right? Well, after I tell you the following story, you’ll know what I mean.

The following story takes place in Australia, around 1990. I used to go to events all the time, to photograph people at the events. You know, things like air shows, parades, etc. Well, one Veterans Day I went to a parade. I photographed these veterans on a wall. I then got the film back and looked closer to the left, and you know what? There was a creepy kid in the left corner. He wasn’t there when I took the photo — doo dooodooodoo doood oood ooodoooo. Kind of creepy right? So whatever you do, do not show this photo to anyone.

I’m gonna do another story. I may have told you this already, but it’s kind of cool, and since it was election time, I thought this story would be appropriate.

The following story takes place in Washington D.C. around the early 80’s. I apprenticed with this guy in New York. I did stuff like clean floors, toilets, kept the studio clean. You know, stuff like that. I was third assistant. Anyway, I overheard the guy I worked for say, “Hey, let’s bring the new guy to Washington.” Well, I was all excited because it was gonna be my first trip. I had one job. Very simple. I had one claim check and one stand bag to look after. That was my job. Well, it was a good trip going down there. I was all excited. We went to the Capitol Building to photograph the Senators’ wives. It was great. We got VIP treatment. Barbara Bush met us, and we set things up outside of George Bush’s office in the Capitol Building. Well, I was all cocky and full of myself, until I realized, I left my one bag at the airport. The stand bag. My cock behavior went from cockiness to pure TERROR. (And you wonder why I have a brain bleed.) Anyway, I overheard the photographer say, “Tell that kid he’s got 30 minutes to get the bag. Otherwise, he’ll never work for me again.” Well, I did something you could never do nowadays. I RAN through the Capitol Building. Jumped into our station wagon and made incredible time to the airport. I think I broke the sound barrier. I got to the airport, opened up all the car doors, left the keys in the ignition, left the car on, I left the music on really loud and ran inside. When I got to lost baggage, I saw the stand bag behind the counter. Only problem was there were about five people ahead of me. Well, I kind of pushed my way to the front and jumped up and down and said, “That’s my bag, that’s my bag, that’s my bag.” Everyone was staring at this young idiot jumping up and down. Well, I threw my baggage claim ticket at them, picked up the bag from behind the counter and started running through the airport. I got to the car, threw the bag in (oh yeah, there were a lot of police around the car) and yelled, “I’ve got to get to the Capitol Building, Sorry.” I shut all the doors and sped off as fast as I could. I saw in my rear view mirror, I saw the police scratching their heads and looking at me. I think I stunned them. It all happened so fast. Well, I got to the Capitol Building and there was a long line at the X-ray machine. I pushed my way to the front and said something about Barbara Bush and they let me through. I made it back to the photoshoot and the photographer was just finishing his egg sandwich and coffee. He put the NYTimes down and they just started coming out from hair and make-up. I set up the lights on the stand and we started working like nothing happened. Yeah, I dodged a bullet on that one. That night, we went out to dinner with the hair and makeup artist. The guy wore a three piece suit. He was a real strange guy. He also worked on Ronald Reagan’s hair and make up. We got him all liquored up and asked him how Ronald Reagan put on his make up and did his hair. Well the guy, turned on a dime to Mr. Serious. He looked at us and said, “That’s a matter of national security. I cannot discuss this.” The guy freaked me out. I was thinking let’s change the subject before this guy takes a cyanide pill.

The guy worked for always said I was the worst assistant, but I turned out to be a good photographer, he said. That’s always reassuring.

Talk to you guys next week. Love, B. Nice

Here’s the link to my other blog.

November 8, 2016


Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past. It’s election day today. I’m gonna tell you a story about the past, something I already blogged about recently, but I think it’s appropriate for today.

In the 90’s I was at a bar in lower Manhattan. The bar was called The Bowery Bar. I was there for a Ford Model Party. They have their annual holiday party at places like this. Anyway, I was sitting at a table talking to a bunch of models I work with, when all of a sudden I felt someone trying to squeeze in on my conversation. I mean, really squeeze in. They were being really rude and pushy. Well, I let this person know I wasn’t happy and I used my left elbow. Well, let’s just say, I used my left elbow forcefully. All I felt was whale blubber. I look over, and lo and behold, it’s Donald Trump. He didn’t seem to be too happy. Anyway, I also felt a presence behind me. I turned around and it was the world’s largest man. He adjusted my chair. I got the message. He meant for me to get out of my chair, and I did. I went up and got a beer. I remember thinking, wow, this is how this guy must operate. And then I thought, wow, what a bully. Then I thought, wow, what a dick! My friend here says, I bet the women were unhappy you left. I actually feel kind of sorry for the Donald cause those women are pretty tough. They know when to smile and they know when to tell a dick to piss off.

October 25, 2016


Hi you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past.

I’ve already blogged to you about the following event a bit, but I’m gonna do it again anyway, just to make a point.

You know, I don’t really get involved in politics at all, but I want to talk to you about something. The following event took place in New York City, in the 90’s. It was at a bar called The Bowery Bar, in lower Manhattan. The Ford Modeling Agency was having their annual holiday party. I was sitting at a big table with a bunch of models I work with. All of a sudden some person starts trying to squeeze in on my conversation. He was being real pushy so I introduce him to my left arm. I look up and it was Donald Trump. He didn’t seem to be very pleased. Then I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and it was the world’s largest man standing right behind me. The guy looked like a defensive lineman for the New York Giants. The guy was HUGE. Anyway, this guy decided to help me with my chair. He pulled it out a little so I could go, “Refresh my drink.” I got the message and left. As I was walking away, I thought to myself, “Well, this is probably how he deals with things all the time.” Then I thought, “Wow, what a bully.” Then I thought, “What a dick!” I went and got a beer at the bar and took my conversation somewhere else.

Need I say more? And this is the type of person that some of you want to elect to be our president? I see a long trip to New Zealand in my future if you guys go ahead and elect him. Anyway, that’s it for now. I’ll get off of my soap box now.

This is B. Nice signing off. Check out my other blog where I talk about the present. Have a good week. Love, B. Nice

October 10, 2016


Let’s call this blog, Angels.

Now, I classify angels as Dark Angels and Light Angels. Dark Angels have their own issues. Light Angels seem to have their act together. Bottom line is, they have one thing in common. They have a heart of gold and they are there to help you. Help you with no strings attached, no hidden agenda, no drama. Going through this traumatic brain injury, I’ve seen a lot of angels, let me tell you. Especially, when you’re in hospital on all those drugs they give you. I mean it’s crazy! I thought my daughter was on top of the TV set. I actually made my cousin go and take her down from the TV. That stuff is strong, let me tell you.

I just wanted to share with you something about the past. You know, being a fashion photographer, I had to do two catalogues a month and one editorial or a test, just to make ends meet. I built a house in the Hamptons, by the ocean, to use as a location. It was all working good until my injury. I wanted to tell you this because I used to surf right in front of my house. One day I was surfing and a huge wave came knocking me onto the rock. I was unconscious, sinking to the bottom of the sea. There was a voice in my head that said, “Wake up. You’re a Dad. And you can’t leave your daughter alone.” So I made it out of the ocean by climbing my leash to the surface, got onto my surfboard, and washed onto the shore. So you see, my daughter was a light angel. Pretty cool huh? And you know what? She wasn’t even born yet.

This is B. Nice signing off. And check out my other blog where I talk about the present.

Love, B. Nice

September 21, 2016


Hi you guys. Welcome to the blog where talk about the past.

I have no idea what I’m gonna talk about. I just thought something would come to my mind, but I’m drawing a blank. Actually, I’m talking to my friend here. I said, what should I talk about? And she started sneezing. That reminded me, I used to get allergies really bad. One time I was doing a photo shoot. The model was back lit, you know, the sun behind her. I could see tons of pollen in the air. I realized, I’m allergic to pollen. It made me start sneezing. I couldn’t stop. It was an endless achoo, achooo. Needless to say, we stopped early that day.

I’m drawing a blank right now, of stories from the past. So I’ll leave you with a couple of pictures. I hope you have a good week. Miss you guys. Talk to you soon. Love, B. Nice

P.S. Here’s my link to my other blog.



September 14, 2016


Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past.

In the 80’s I lived in Australia. Sydney, Australia. They were about to have a big air show, just west of Sydney. So I decided to go. I love airplanes. It was also cool to photograph the spectators. Anyway, I drove out to Homebush, where the show was. Parked my car, and hopped on the shuttle bus over to the show. Well, close to the entrance was the end of the runway. The whole airport was sealed off by a fence. There were some young kids climbing through a hole in the fence at the end of the runway. Well, the inner child in me decided to hop off the bus and follow the kids. I crawled, commando style, with the kids, to the end of the runway. It was just in time to see a British tornado aircraft take off and go straight vertical, like a rocket ship, towards the sky. It was pretty cool and now I know why they call the plane the tornado. It was so loud it was unreal. Then, all of a sudden, the plane did what they call a fuel dump, into the afterburners. It creates a column of fire. The fire was heading down straight towards us. It all dissipated above us. It was far away from us, but it looked real cool. I could still feel the heat though. I sheepishly crawled back to the hole in the fence, thinking to myself, “Man, I’m getting to old for this shit.”

You know, when you’re in the hospital, you think of some weird stuff, just to pass the time. Now, if you’re a little sensitive, you might not want to read any further. Sensitive, that is, to puke. Yes, I’m gonna tell you some puke stories. Something I thought of just to pass the time.

One time I was on a boat in the Caribbean heading out for a dive. There was a young kid right across from me in the dive boat. He had the regulator in his mouth. Well, the seas were really rough, and I think you might know where I’m going with this. Well, the kid looked rather green, and he threw up in his regulator. Now, I don’t know if you know what a regulator is, but it’s the round piece that fits in your mouth. There are two tubes on either side where the bubbles exit. Well, in this case, it was puke that was shooting out from both sides and hitting the people on either side of him. Well, this caused them to puke. Then, next, the other people started puking. It was a puke-fest. I quickly jumped off, which led to another story I told you earlier. Remember, I grabbed the wrong weight belt and didn’t put air in by bc vest? I sank about 120 feet. But, that’s another story.

Another time, I was sitting in my bedroom about to make out with a girl. I stared into her eyes. She stared into mine. I leaned over to kiss her, and she immediately puked and puked up into one of my cowboy boots. I still have those boots. Every time I put them on, I think of her.

OK, I’ll just tell you two more stories. I think I told you this, but after a heavy night of drinking, we decided to go get some pancakes. This was about 4 in the morning. Well, I walked past this huge picture window, to go to the restaurant. Inside the restaurant, people were having pancakes, waffles, hot chocolate with whipped cream. Well, I stopped and just stared at everyone eating. They all looked like  a cartoon from that cartoon strip called FarSide. They were all just shoveling food into their face. Well, I stood there for what felt like eternity, then started sweating. Of course, I puked all over the window, which mortified all the people inside. I then proceeded to fall into some bushes. It was the first time I ever got thrown out of a restaurant without even going into the restaurant.

OK, one more puke story. My friend was leaving a bar. He took out his car keys. I said, “No way you’re driving home.” He held his keys up and said, “Yeah, I am.” I grabbed his keys and ran to his car. I hopped into his car, shut all the doors, locked all the doors, rolled up all the windows. He proceeded to chase me to his car, was pounding on the windows. All of a sudden he stopped pounding on the windows. He looked at me rather confused. He then proceeded to vomit all over the window and fall down. Thank god I had rolled up the window. My friend here said, “Oh Youth!” and I agree. It’s fun to be a young idiot. And, yes, I was a young idiot. Wait a minute! I still am a young idiot.

I’ve got many more puke stories, but I’ll save you from them.

This is B. Nice, signing off. Love, B. Nice

PS. Here’s the link to my other blog where I talk about the present.

August 31, 2016


Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past.

This blog is gonna be a little different. It’s gonna be a bit twilight zone-ish. I’ll explain why. I was going through my camera bag and I found a roll of exposed film. I was intrigued to see what was on it so I developed it. My lab sent me back the result on August 18. Now August 18 is the day I had my brain  bleed in 2009. So, on the roll of film was me doing therapy in 2009. How weird is that? I thought maybe I should run down and play the lottery. Anyway, I just thought I’d share that with you. But, it did make me realize I am getting better. Man, I couldn’t even stand up. I was in a bad way. I’ll try and include a photo. It’s pretty wild.


I’ll just share with you, one other story from the past. It’s pretty funny. I used to travel a lot with my dog Buster. He’s the one who was in my book Rescue Tails. Anyway, I used to travel around with my dog. Mostly on the airplane. Now, the travel bag I had for him looked like any other camera bag. It was very simple. It didn’t look like a dog bag. One time I put the bag with Buster in it under the seat in front of me. Well, about 15 minutes into the flight my dog Buster let the most silent but deadly fart known to mankind go. Everyone looked at the guy in seat 20J, the seat Buster was under. The guy looked around as if to say, “I didn’t do it!” and I say, “He who smelt it dealt it.” It was pretty funny.

Anyway, that’s about all this week. Check out my other blog where I talk about the here and the now. Have a good one. This is B. Nice signing off. Love, B. Nice

August 3, 2016


Hi you guys! Sorry about the slight delay. My daughter was here most of July, so I kind of got side tracked, but here we go!

The following story takes place in Australia. I lived in Australia for over ten years. I was there with my first wife. In the beginning, we were there under tourist visas. Back then, you had to leave the country every six months and re-enter the country to get another six months. Well, I would often go to New Zealand, specifically, the South Island, to reinstate my visa. I would take a short trip to Christ Church and drive to Queenstown. It was a beautiful drive. Only problem was, when you went to rent a car, they would offer you free bus service to Queenstown. Apparently it was so beautiful, tourists would drive right off the road. Hence, the free bus service. The other thing we found out about, was you never park your car to go for a hike. There were these giant birds that were like a cross between a raven and a parrot. They love rubber on cars. It was like parking your car in Spanish Harlem in the ’80’s. There was nothing left. The birds would totally trash the car. The other fun thing was, if you went during mating season, the elk would keep you up all night. I found this out the hard way (and no, they didn’t find me attractive). We would rent a cabin and all night long the elk would be screeching looking for a mate. It was unreal. I didn’t sleep at all. But other than those three things, the South Island was beautiful. Especially Milford Sound.

P.S. And did you know that the air standard for the world is taken from the tip of South Island? The air there is so so clean. You notice it right away. Just a bit of trivia for you.

OK, I’ll give you a story from the recent past. I built a house and became good friends with my construction manager. He used to often take me around and show me projects he was working on. Well, he’d just gotten done with this big house. The family he was building for was ultra conservative. There were shutters on every window of the house, this big house. My friend said, as we pulled up, he said, “I gave the new tenants a gift. I etched into each shutter the profile of a dragonfly.” His name was Frank. I said, “Frank, that’s cool, but did you know that in the gay community, the symbol of the dragonfly represents a very famous poem. The poem is titled, ‘Come Hither and Fly Away with me.’ The dragon fly is a symbol of this poem. It’s very well known.” Now Frank is about 6’4″ really short hair, a big guy from the middle of LongIsland. He turned to me, put his head back, looked at me kind of cross eyed, and in a think long island accent said, “You’re shitting me!” I started laughing and laughing so hard. I said, “Frank, I’m just messing with you.” And he said to me, “You’re a sick pup, you know that?”

That’s all for this week. This is B. Nice signing off. Here’s my other blog where I talk about the present. Have a good week. Love, B. Nice

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