Monday, September 28, 2009
Here comes the bride.
A Handful of Frames by Bob Curtis.
The man at the table called himself the Mayor of Coney Island. We spent a long time shooting with him. He was hard of hearing, had some pretty strong body odor and a happy spirit about him. I loved his chains and rabbits foot:
I liked the series we did at SHOOT THE FREAK. This one was hard on the abs, but it looks good:
My heels were the exact size of the cracks between the boards. I got my heels stuck about a million times. I am grateful they did not break, or that my ankle didn't break. I was the clumsiest bride on the boardwalk that day...ok, the only bride.
The Water was the perfect way to end the day. It was so hot out. The water felt SO good. The waves were a little rough and I got pummeled a few times.