the day I am scheduled to leave LA friends and strangers will ask me to stay another day. It feels GREAT. I am changing my profile on MySpace to better reflect who I am and what I am trying to accomplish in life. [Thank you (S) for telling me to get my rump in gear and do this].

I have Done.
I want to DO.

I have had a hard time coming to terms with my profession, embracing what I am supposed to do, because it is an artistic field, littered with competition and loads of REJECTION of the very intimate kind and the other form of rejection when you try ever so intricately to negotiate with your subject only to be STOOD UP when they realize that you just want to take their picture.

So here is for the WORLD to SEE and HEAR:

I want to take your picture, -if that does not agree with your desire for privacy or you are not going to "put-out" for one reason or another, DO ME A FAVOR.
DON'T return my emails/messages/texts/voicemails and don't show up for a meeting thinking it is A DATE.

{I am busy telling a story, I am enlisting you to be a part of it. PLEASE help me make this meaningful. Be in my tale. I don't know if this legend has any relevance, it is just like any other account, it is really in the eye of the beholder. Literally…*laughs*. So what is the story you wonder. –"I suppose it is a narrative of something that is happening to me. You are really what make my life interesting, and what I see and capture is what shall be of interest to others. Life is a quest of leaving a trail.}

PEOPLE will tell you your photos are absolutely LOVELY, but they never back up those statements with hard cash, or when they do they order the art as if it was the drive up window at McDonalds, erh.. can I supersize that photo, I think it'll work better over the fireplace.

…so I wore a Fedora [or Trilby, thank you (M)] yesterday (S) somehow knew I had fedora envy, and most generously left his in my lap. The count was around ten little felt hats worn on the respective heads of the Standard Patrons that night. I wonder if (AM) started this trend, what the heck I'll give him creds for posterity's sake. And thank you for letting me back in.

I have more than 15,000 photos behind me. I am not the most skilled or original photographer by any means, but most will agree that I have a unique way of seeing things and a special talent capturing certain aspects of human emotion (no glamour for me). I have over 6 years of PRACTICAL experience. But have yet to put together a truly consistent portefolio. I have some COLLECTIONS of subject matter that I no longer find interesting and some individual photos across genres that I am very proud of. (Some or none of which may be represented here)I WANT TO build a solid portefolio with documentary style BEHIND THE SCENES Photos portraying my beloved friends in the music industry, -music in the making in the context of the Newly Revolutionized record industry, as a twenty first century response to the GLAMOUR shots of the draconian "Label Machine" of yester year.

Another quick observation: this is the second time I have been serenaded in LA, again in multiple occurrences. This time by a strange drugged nameless beautiful girl. She was singing over the beat to the music the DJ was playing in the lounge, she deanced over a couple of hopeful men were disappointedly staring as she approached me, crouched down to sing in my face/ear. She was good. [S] offered two, a new tune and one a recognized when I listened to his music online. The lounge must be magical. [F] gave me a cell phone concert last time. it just keep getting better. I wish I could sing, -it is a powerful weapon; -inflicting chemical releases in your fellow human's brains. But I can't so I am in the command of others.

A strange thing happened as I boarded the plane; an abandoned/lost fedora/trilby was beckoning me just as I stepped from the jet way onto the airplane. Sitting there on the jet way control panel it made me think that I was either leaving the adventure behind me now, or it was simply sitting here waiting for me to return. Arh, cheap hat symbolism perhaps or perhats? The hat is likely waiting for my head to fill it so I can reconvene with the fine creative ensemble back on the left coast, specifically on 8300 Sunset Blvd. One of my fave hat wearers I missed [F] where are you? Did you bring the chain back?

I think I have to write a play about this place. I can feel it is there.