Sunday, October 16, 2005
New York Fantasies
I arrived in Manhattan at around 4 pm. The model, Chuck, was also on his way to the studio. The studio building a huge corner monopolizing monstrosity assisted the furious wind by creating a vortex for the 40 mph gusts. I barely made it to the main entrance, having been daunted to almost change plans at the site of major sidewalk construction blocking the front of the building. My good friend Larry walked me through it all with his directions and words of encouragement as we spoke on our mutual cell phones
. A Latino front desk man, had his undies in a bunch when he saw me enter. I don't look like your average "professional" that most likely frequented this place, so he asked me for ID. I almost laughed but kept it inside. I kept it cool and said look, I have no ID as I'm about to do a photo shoot with Miss Mueller who has a studio in this building. After scrutinizing me up and down he said you can wait here for her. I was pleased.
Chuck arrived moments later, and we conversed about his many fun escapades at Hedonism II & III.
Eva who had been working on a major shoot, so she was exhausted, but kindness and dedication pushed her onward.
The shoot started out with Chuck on a charcoal grey Italian modern sofa. The backdrop a very phallic red and black arrow enhanced Chuck's hirsute torso and athletic legs.
Eva directed him to strip from his clothing, while I darted around the huge studio with another camera grabbing a different angle and perspective. Her colleague, Laura, also from Germany, has a look that I felt would be relevant to this shoot, so I asked her to pose--she could keep her clothing on--with Chuck as the object of her attention. The results impressed us all, especial
ly Chuck.Later Eva volunteered her evening schedule which included getting a haircut at her favorite salon, and going to a party at Bowery and Grand. A rooftop party of all things!
Tired and hungry Eva decided not to attend, but she did tell us we could go as invited "crashers." Chuck has that adventurous spirit that I admire, so we hopped into a cab and sped to Bowery. All we had to do to get in was tell the host or hostess "we were friends of Marika." I had no idea who this Marika was, but I was prepared to name drop if it got us both in to this affair.
More Fantasies
You could call this party typical New York style. Slim, athletic men and tall, lithe women with drinks in their hands chatted with each other, or shook their hips to the old school mixes this unknown DJ was putting down. On the way up the 3 flights, Chuck and I encountered a stumbling young drunk. He couldn't have been more than 25. Under his slurred voice, and vodka soaked breath, he asked me: "Hey man, do either of you have some coke?" I nearly choked on my laughter and said, "Nah, man no coke."
"Fuck you both, what are you good for...." He shouted. We laughed and continued inside. Chuck had a grand time, chatting it up with a variety of people, mostly women. Meanwhile I remained in the hall where an old red chandelier lit the area with a brothel house glow. A sturdy but worn ladder lead the way up to the rooftop where I discovered later the party people had been using for everything from snorting, smoking, or pissing. Two 30-something women sporting red dinner dresses passed me and headed for the ladder that took them to the roof. "Nava!" One of them called out. "I'll wait for you here. They think they know, but they don't." She blurted out. "Sure," I replied. This woman who I learned came from Amsterdam told me about her ex-boyfriend. This ex was apparently some hash dealer. "The biggest in Amsterdam," she volunteered. "They think they have the best, but the best is Afghan hash!" Her name she said was Gwendolyn. We shook hands and spoke very intimately as our bodies had to remain pressed together while people squeezed by us.
Gwendolyn removed some coke from her black patent leather handbag, shutting it with a snap. She whispered something to me which I couldn't understand then placed her bag upon my backpack and re-entered the party area. I think she wanted a 3-way with me and her friend Nava.
As I chilled in the hall I encountered all manner of humanity under the age of 45. Many of them asking me if I had "coke." "Can I score some blow man?" After being asked this so many times, I decided to play along. I said to this one handsome Arabic guy, "Yeah man, what ya need?" He whispered "I got the cash." Seconds later there was a line of half high, needy folks in the hall waiting to talk to the "hall way Don." Thankfully it was nearly 4 am and Chuck agreed that it was time to go. Chuck told me where Gwendolyn was, in the hostesses' bedroom. Together we returned Gwen's purse. She said, "Oh thank you baby," and kissed me Euro style on both cheeks.
Fantasies...came true? Not mine, but for others, maybe. That's what happened Saturday in New York.
By the way, I don't think I've ever walked so many New York blocks, all in the name of staying up late. I had a blast getting to know Chuck, the model. I think he will find a really wonderful woman someday soon.
And now I sit in a hotel room in Philadelphia, soon to steal that sleep that evaded me for 48 hours.
(Photos by Eva Mueller; Model: Chuck; Assistant: Laura, Produced by Jose Faro)
As I chilled in the hall I encountered all manner of humanity under the age of 45. Many of them asking me if I had "coke." "Can I score some blow man?" After being asked this so many times, I decided to play along. I said to this one handsome Arabic guy, "Yeah man, what ya need?" He whispered "I got the cash." Seconds later there was a line of half high, needy folks in the hall waiting to talk to the "hall way Don." Thankfully it was nearly 4 am and Chuck agreed that it was time to go. Chuck told me where Gwendolyn was, in the hostesses' bedroom. Together we returned Gwen's purse. She said, "Oh thank you baby," and kissed me Euro style on both cheeks.
Fantasies...came true? Not mine, but for others, maybe. That's what happened Saturday in New York.
By the way, I don't think I've ever walked so many New York blocks, all in the name of staying up late. I had a blast getting to know Chuck, the model. I think he will find a really wonderful woman someday soon.
And now I sit in a hotel room in Philadelphia, soon to steal that sleep that evaded me for 48 hours.
(Photos by Eva Mueller; Model: Chuck; Assistant: Laura, Produced by Jose Faro)
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Thank you for sharing this. If I was near your area I wonder if you could make my fantasies come true on film. Ever come to Chicago.
Both models look great!
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Both models look great!
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