Friday, May 15, 2009

Another day, another shoot




So yesterday I hired a knackered Kia (the dashboard lit up like Paris on Valentine's Day) and drove 175 miles up to the shoreline of Douglas, MI ---> where for $10 I got to shoot a whole bunch of models.

As ever the model's were lovely - the photographer's suspicious. Why didn't I have a truck? Where was my portable softbox with dual car batteries? Why didn't I have an assistant with me? Why wasn't I quite as 'real ale bellied' as them?

It's weird that these free shoots seem to be the preserve of men who seem friendly enough but are actually very, very competitive. They've bought the gear, they've lugged it up there and they're determined to forget that the reason that they got into this in the first place was to see some pretty girl's norks. That seems to be it for them. So when I turn up with a Sony (what no Nikon? not even a Canon?) an off camera flash and an idea they start to get a little odd.

"What's with the black balloons and poses in front of signs that say 'no'?" queried one gray mustachioed, cigarette breathed old codger, hunched over his $10,000 camera as he took another picture of another girl in another gazebo.

And that was how the day went. I had fun. The sun shone. The sand was fine. The models all easy going and fun and the equipment survived the sand (I hope)

And best of all I think that I finally got some shots with both the saturation and the gloss that I was going for

Good day, good day

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Things what are happened


I seem to be spending much of my time on the phone to people in Canada at the moment. Each has a bunch of rules and regulations that they have to take you through, but each seems familiar with the rules and so rather than being frustrated at 'The leurrr" and the hoops you have to jump you end up kinda reassured/

For example... we want to take the car to Canada. First we drive to the border. They check out the car and give you Form 1-1.
You pay them $195

They then follow up with a list of modifications that need to be done to the car in order to make it road and registration legal in Canada. In our case we'll need to get the Odometer switched to Kms rather than Miles and fit a Canadian standard immobilizer. We have 45 days to do this.

Once done you go to a Canadian tire who inspect the work and then stamp your 1-1 form. You then go to a 3rd party who check that you didn't pay off the Canadian Tire guy and he stamps your 1-1 Form too.

After that it's down to the registration place and viola you have your car registered.

Hoping to get a jump on the process I called my car dealer here and asked whether the work could be done in advance. Much sucking of air through what looked like airtight teeth. "Can't be done, manufacture job, not possible"

So I called the Canadian dealer - "Sure they said, bring it in, we'll check out the date of manufacture, parts take 48 hrs, we'll do the work on the spot, is that okay?"

And so it has been throughout. The Canadians a model of bureaucratic efficiency, liberated by a system, the Americans too afraid to say 'Yes' to anything.

Same thing with work permit and Social Insurance Number. Work permit processed at the border / point of entry... SIN given to you once you show your passport and workpermit at any one of three places... the post office being one of them. Compare that to the US system and you realize why it is that the Canadians are socialist and the Americans aren't - the Canadians are organized enough to make socialism work.

What else? Took some pictures in the forest... that was nice,
Found out that I was owed some money... that was nice too.
Slowly packing things away... less nice
Diet and exercise kicking in.. very nice

Okay too much... ciao all

Sunday, May 10, 2009

A day to plant a tree






DSC09908
Originally uploaded by stevenjude
May 10th is mother's day here in the US - and we'd planned that it would be the day when we told everyone that Judith was pregnant. When things were scary and painful I'd even put together the slideshow that we wanted to send out to people, as much to allow myself to believe in the baby and its survival as to have a way of sharing the news with people.

Alas it wasn't to be - so rather than sharing good news today we planted a tree in the garden of a generous friend to commemorate the baby that we so wanted but weren't to have. The thought is that each year the tree will blossom at exactly the time that we first found out that Judith was pregnant. Something joyful and celebratory, a symbol of just how happy we were at the time.

It's a small gesture, but it's one that means a lot to us, and I guess that that is what counts.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Empty chairs at empty tables




So the old place is starting to look increasingly bare. We made the decision last weekend to buy a new sofa. The one we had was still in fine old condition and we both still liked the look and the shape but it was a magnet for cat hair and even though cats are one of the few things that we're not allergic to there's something about always being covered in a light dusting of feline gray that makes you feel like an elderly aunt.

So we put in an order for a new sofa - to arrive end of May and posted the old one on facebook - looking for someone who needed it, would get the most use out of it and were willing to pay what seemed fair given their circumstances. It found a good home quickly, I loaded it in three parts onto their truck and we moved the garden furniture into the living room.

Then we sent the rugs away for cleaning. Threw away almost every CD and DVD, boxes and boxes of books and a host of electrical items that just seemed to be gathering dust. As a result things now echo in here.

But we are cleared for Canada. Quebec papers joined Federal papers and now all we need is to drive to the border and collect our work permits. Then drive to Montreal. Then change plates, insurance and driver's licenses. Get a social insurance number, open a bank account, sign a contract for my new company, set up a second company in partnership with some friends, move in the furniture, sign up for internet, phone, tv and cell phones. No worries. It'll be two days of standing in line. Or is that queuing in Canada? Or is it 'file d'attente' in Quebec... I'm not sure yet.

Anyway Star Trek calls

Friday, May 08, 2009

If you go down to the woods today


Yesterday I put up a fresh casting call

It read something like this

"I'm looking to shoot a series that's raw and animalistic and coiled and athletic and has a real sense of 'raised by wolves' about it.

Think mud, think snarling, think coiled, primed, pumped and ready to lash out and you're pretty close to where I'm heading with this.

Looking for people who are willing to push through the 'am I going too far here?' voice at the back of their heads and just allow that rawness beneath the veneer to be caught on camera.

It should be fun, it might be dirty (literally, I'm thinking forest and mud) but I think that we can get some really cool shots out of it...

What do you think? Worth an hour of your weekend?"


I rewrote it later to be a little less stilted but the idea stuck and the models came flooding in... I shoot the first today and another 12 over the next week. It should be fun. I've a group shoot in Rosemont on the 14th too, as well as a possible dads and daughters Prom thing tomorrow... all very cool. When Ann Arbor gives you Durian make smoothies, I say

Thursday, May 07, 2009

An apology


Of late my blog spots have been thinner and spottier than a laxative loaded Latvian SuperModel. So here's a little of what's been going on chez moi.

Have been working hard on both the book and the body - in a routine of getting up, working for an hour, working out for an hour, eating, working for another hour and then taking the dog for an exhausting walk. It seems to be working - dog and I are exhausted, book is coming on leaps and bounds and I'm not the size of a McMansion.

Also trying to tie things up in and ahead of Canada. Lots to be done incorporating, lots of tax things to be looked at, lots of forms flying back and forth and lots and lots of old friends. colleagues, clients etc to call - letting people know that you're available feels kinda tacky to me but I'm getting over it to the extent that I dragged Judith 4 hrs to dinner with some ex-and potential future clients yesterday.

We're also in the middle of culling. More books, almost all of our CDs and at least half of the DVDs went last week. I sold the sofa to a lovely couple who brought their adorable young son with them, so ga-ga was I over him that I let them leave with it on the spot - so we're now sitting on garden furniture... albeit reclining, cantilevered garden furniture.

Today someone comes to take the rugs for cleaning - so the house will look even more bare... though as I'm spending yet more time and more money at the dentist getting this bridge / crown / implant situation sorted I may not notice; am booked for 3 hrs today, which is a hell of a long time. Maybe I'll get a bite block with my own name on it.

Throw in calls with people in London and Australia about brochures, business cards and websites and with people in Canada about missing Incorporation forms and numbers (all to be done before I leave for the dentist as after I may be unintelligible) and I really should be off the blog and elsewhere.

Ciao

Monday, May 04, 2009

Writing, writing


Sweetwater's
Originally uploaded by plumb-larrick
I'm spending the day working in various coffee shops.

Right now Sweetwater , which is right next to the gym and in the market where I want to buy my lunch (Korean, yum)

I'm surrounded by young people who seem to mistake speed of speech for depth of meaning and volume for persuasive argument.

It's frightening how self absorbed these kids are. They say things like

"We only just, like, you know, met and everything and like, I never, you know, like took a class where you are, but I know, I feel, basically that we're like totally the same, because I know me and you like me are never gonna like enjoy that class.. because I can sense that you're like a math person, maybe, you know, for sure, erm, it means, that you know, certain classes, you know, I guess, for me, honestly."

It's very Ms. Teen America...
And like totally scary, you know

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Yesterday


The dog that peeked
Originally uploaded by stevenjude
I saw this dog in town
It was the day's highlight

Today I walked my dog to borders
It too was a highlight

Get us the fuck outta here people

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Today's Ann Arbor Highlight

... is the second annual farm show

With Auction(!) and Tractor Pull (!)

Doubtless fewer people will be petting the pigs

... Good god this town makes me want to curl up into a ball and die

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I am incorporated



When I get to Canada I'm going to have two companies.
The first incorporation came through today - and it's very exciting

It's called alternative hypothesis and while it's not the one that's going to buy the house on the hill and produce the work that I'll look back on most proudly, it's going to pay the rent while we get that one up and running.

Thanks too to the friends that brought us magazines and licorice today - and to those who sent the chocolate nutella cupcakes. More appreciated than you might ever realize.

Bitch 'n' moan




Before I even get into this I know that it's going to be unfair. And self indulgent. And maybe even self-pitying --- but you know what I think that I've earned the right to one 'woe is me' post in every 500 or so. It's not a bad hit rate.

And for those of you who will comment saying 'there's always someone worse off' I'll just say 'of course there is but that's ridiculous logic.' First happiness and satisfaction isn't judged relative to the happiness of other people. If it was then the slums wouldn't be full of smiles and laughter - and I'm told that they are. More importantly if you follow the logic of the argument then being better off than someone would mean being happy being the second hungriest, second poorest, second sickest, second most miserable person on earth. It's an argument that leads you on a downward spiral. And as such it's a poor model. At least it should be 'well you're better off than the statistical mean' - that, at least, would keep you in the 50th percentile.

Anyway that wasn't what triggered this. What triggered it was the suggestion, from several quarters that the very fact that I no longer live in the town in which I grew up means that I am automatically better off than the people who stayed there. This is not just a case of 'greener grass' but one that is based on a number of prejudices.

The first is that the 'ex-pat' lifestyle is one that is somehow superior and more glamorous. It used to be more glam' for sure. Full of clubs and cocktails and fabulous receptions, the occasional affair about which to gossip and approaches to become a spy. But I live in Michigan. MICHIGAN. One of the poorest, most depressed, coldest, bankrupt states in the US. There is no ex-pat lifestyle here. No support system at all. Now I chose it, and I'm okay with my choice but the idea that I'm living some kind of Merchant Ivory ex-pat lifestyle is ridiculous and frankly it pisses me off.

The second thing that I'm constantly told is just how easy things are for me. It's easier to move if you're me. It's easier to get a great job if you're me. Everything is easier, because my life is a big floaty cloud made up of angelic door openers who exist only to ease my passage through life. I'm not sure if you people have been reading the blog but I'm an unemployed, ex cancer patient with a high chance of relapse, no work visa in the country in which I live and no permission to leave the country, who has just watched his wife lose the baby we wanted more than anything. Which part of that sounds charmed to you.

A family member said to me the other day "It could be worse, you could be unemployed in the UK" - to whit I wanted to say "Oh yeah, in the UK where I'd be entitled to unemployment benefits, a state pension and would be surrounded by family... rather than living off savings, entitled to nothing despite having paid around $400,000 in taxes here, 4000 miles from the nearest blood relative"... but I didn't.

Again yes it was my bed. And I'm happy to lay in it. Just don't tell me it's the most comfortable bed in the world and how envious you are of it.

Next one. We just lost a baby. "Well at least you can afford a long vacation to get over it." I won't dignify that one with a response beyond... if it was true it would still be offensive, as it is see above...

And so to the last bit of this. I have no problem at all with life throwing shit at me. Bad stuff happens to lots of people. And as you get older that stuff starts to be thrown ever faster. I'm not looking for a free pass through life. Nor am I looking for help from people. What I am looking for is an understanding that the things that happen to us affect us in the same way they do you and your neighbors and friends. That geographic distance from you is no shield from the things that happen to us here. And that just because our lives look different to yours that doesn't mean that we assume that they're better, or that the challenges that get thrown our way are felt in a lesser way.

Right there's the whine for this 18 months... no on to Montreal, a new house, new jobs and lots and lots of vacation

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

A weird week to be doing this



I've spent much of this week delivering pictures to heavily pregnant Russians. A very talented friend did the photoshop on the tough pics for me and worked wonders with some pretty average images. I like this one,,, have retouched versions but for some reason I always come back to the way it came out of the camera. The smile on the woman's face reminds me of the look that Judith had the entire time that we were in Montreal... I hope I looked more excited than this guy does here. In truth he was much fun and very game.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Bleeding into the mundane



I am constantly surprised by how life's profound experiences sit on a bed of the mundane. You lose a baby but still have to buy milk. You go for chemo and still get annoyed that the subway ticket machine doesn't work. You look to move countries and still spend the same amount of time as ever looking for a watch.

I suppose that in many ways it's a comfort to know that routine grinds on... that the changes in us are less profound than the experiences that shape us. It's like a sculpture I guess, slowly being defined and refined by the constant attack of the chisel - much better than the 'wrecking ball and glue stick' model that you come to expect.

Anyway today I woke up early with incorporation on my mind. I have a contract to sign, some questions to answer and no Canadian Corporation yet. I'm thinking that I might need two companies. One a partnership, the other a company to run my consulting work through. Keeping the two separate has all kinds of advantages and will stop things getting messy come tax time. It will cost more in terms of set up and accounting and all of that stuff.. but that's okay. I guess.

As I said - the mundane,,,

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Thanks...


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Originally uploaded by insashi
Judith and I have some really good friends. Some who understand the value of space and time, others of the small gesture. It's good to know that even though we're never in one place for any period of time, the people that we love the most are constant regardless of geography. So thanks to all. Genuinely.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Explaining yesterday's blog entry




Yesterday we lost our baby.

In the past when I’ve heard something like that I’ve thought “Where, Walmart?” and congratulated myself on the cold heartedness of my wit.

But today we lost our baby, not in the supermarket, but in a more visceral way. Bloody, painful, prolonged, fearful, anxious and excruciating.

It was a baby that was wanted. A baby that was planned for, a baby that had us planning names and nurseries and ways to tell people when the time was right. This was the baby that brought us back from Montreal just beaming. It was our baby. And we couldn’t quite believe it. A baby that had come into being against all of the odds and could, surely, survive any odds because of it. But you can’t will a baby into the world.

So now what we have are a few blissfully happy days, a baby journal lovingly filled in right up to the day that our baby was no more and each other. Which is more than most but less than we’d hoped for.

And so if we’re not around for a few days, or if we don’t seem quite ourselves, or if we’re not at the party, or the restaurant or the gym you know why. We’re just letting this sink in.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

A really dreadful day


Today has been awful... I can't say why just yet; which is crappy I know but it's sucked.
Nothing really health related, or work related or move related or relationship related... but just one of those life things.
So I've decided to ignore today altogether and go on what tomorrow brings.
But fuck, we're reaping some bad karma the last couple of years.
I must have been one evil bastard.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Back in Michigan


When I get back to Michigan things start to slow down. And its not all Michigan's fault... but I do get very frustrated

My French classes have been cancelled due to lack of interest
I got stuck indoors yesterday due to intermittent hail storms
I can't remember a single internet password
The water gives me stomach problems
The air makes my skin blister
The pollen makes the skin around my face peel
And the dryness kills the rest

Oh well. Stuff to do today... like get these pics printed... if I can ever remember a password

Monday, April 20, 2009

All signed up



So we signed the lease on the new place. One downer is that, like this place, it remains on the market and for sale.
The upside is that as tenants we're protected until the end of our term; and need at least 6 month's notice to move.
This is "The leurrrr"

"The Leurrr" is big in Quebec
It says that you have to switch to snow tyres in winter
And that signs have to be in French
And a whole host of other things

But Montreal is great.

We climbed to the top of :The Mountain: and read while people played guitars
We drank Belgian beers in cool bars and great streets
We met some lovely people
We saw the John and Yoko exhibit for free
And we saw the lesser DaVinci exhibit for not much
We ate well and often
We backed away from the Ultimate Fight Championship guys
Then realized we didn't have to
We heard good news on job options
And came back happy and smiling to a Michigan whose roads seemed a little worse and whose skies seemed a little more gray.

Lease is from June 15th and we really can't wait
Though we'll have to

We get the dog back tomorrow too.
All is good in the world

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Just a quickie


Picturesque Canal
Originally uploaded by caribb
The offer on The Big Dutch House was accepted
We sign a lease tomorrow
Hurrah!

BTW - this is the canal right by the house

A fine week's work


This week really has seen things turn on their heads.

The weather - suddenly gorgeous and 20c
Job Prospects - finally something that allows me to pay the rent and still do my own thing
Montreal - a revelation, so many cool neighborhoods and cool people
A place to stay - we have an offer in on the place above

There's more too, but Jude itching to get up, get out and see some of the city not related to real estate, so more on just how cool a 4 days we've had later... but we're really hoping that the take our offer on the place, 2 beds, 22 ft high ceilings, brick walls, an amazing mezzanine, 3 blocks from a great market, by the water, 1800 sq ft, all appliances and best of all, a bidet....

Fingers well and truly crossed

Thursday, April 16, 2009

In Montreal

We're in Montreal - where the sun is shining, The Plateau is buzzing and we have 17 apartments to see today.

We won't be seeing Hell's Angels - as 150 were arrested yesterday

We won't be as worried about cash - as I got the promise of a contract through this morning. Some things to do - but it means that I have the promise of work... and an income.

Throw in a cool apartment last night, great food, too much beer, some nice people and an upgrade on the plane and things are looking brighter

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Montreal



So we're off to Montreal today, looking for houses.
I still haven't heard on my contract thing
And can't get started on my new company thing

So we're looking at houses that cost a lot less than we've been used to paying.
We shall see how that goes.

However there are some lovely looking things on our list
Plus the city seems cheaper even than Ann Arbor
We've been upgraded to first by NorthWest
The weather will be 10c and sunny
And the university is picking up the tab

We shall see just how this thing goes....

Monday, April 13, 2009

Back to life, back to reality


So yesterday I drive up to Southfield to shoot a very pregnant woman. With my camera. Obviously. Even I haven't taken to the slaughter of innocents, heaven forfend.

She was very sweet, very Russian and very determined to get exactly what she wanted.
Alas she also had very limited room to shoot in and so everything had to be shot at 19mm, just to squeeze her in.
Fun, but long

Tomorrow I'm off to Novi to interview and shoot a guy who trains Mac Genius Bar Geniuses. Again should be fun.

And then it's off to Montreal to find us a house.

Well a cheap apartment
That takes animals
Is close to a subway (metro)
And doesn't smell (hopefully)

Lots of places matched 3/4 of that... cheap may be the issue, we shall see.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

DIA Again


DIA Shoot
Originally uploaded by stevenjude
Back to the DIA for the third time in 8 days

Last Sunday is was Norman Rockwell
Then Monday we shot Rodriguez there

And today it's back to check out what it has to offer; on free tickets they just sent me.

Friend arrives today.
Then maternity shoot tomorrow
And a burlesque musical take on Alice in Wonderland to close

Steve

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Nothing to add


Opera House Shoot
Originally uploaded by stevenjude
Sorry that this has been so dull of late. The truth is that I don't trust myself at the moment to keep it together if I write what I feel, but know that not keeping it together isn't an option.

I'm waiting on other people to deliver on promises at the moment.
And fearing that they won't.

Which would make them 'bad people'
And leave me 'screwed'

So I'll take as deep a breath as the pain in my chest allows and try to chill.

This shot, btw, was just a 'spot' during the Opera House shoot we did a few days ago

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Cross Pollination




I started a new Blog yesterday... one where I start to put the ad thoughts that I have in my head out into the ether.
This is the only time the two blogs will touch - but looking for early numbers boost




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More pre-amble today I’m afraid. Think of it as that little salad thing that they bring out before your main course, you didn’t ask for it but you welcome it as a sign that the steak is on its way and find yourself really rather enjoying it despite yourself.

For those of you of an impatient nature may I remind you of the mantra at many a Playboy party – “We’ll get to the models in a moment, but first Heff wants to make a little speech.”

The biggest change in planning in the time that I’ve been doing it has been the question that we ask on the brief. That’s pretty fundamental. The words haven’t changed much, but the question these days is entirely different. Back in the early 90s the toughest box on the brief to fill out was the one that ask a version of this question

“What do we expect this advertising to do to people?”

It was a tough question mainly because the answers were very limited and so you were always looking for a nuance.

The thinking was pretty simple.

If your advertising was an argument then it would Persuade them to change their behavior by delivering a killer fact. That could have been a USP ‘this is the only one that doesn’t cause anal leakage.’

This was pretty much the standard one. Our job was to argue people into submission. To come into their homes and say ‘You think that your whites are white now. You’re wrong, we’re right. Now switch.”

When writing what was called a ‘Persuasion” brief (a euphemism that I’m sure could be applied to water boarding in Gitmo today – ‘persuasion sessions’ perhaps?) the TONE box used to be very important indeed. How you argued became how you differentiated. Were you going to whip out the evidence with a flourish, or were you going to try to hide it behind some entertainment. Were you “Now with Super-Stain-Bleacher” or were you ‘You can’t get better than a Kwik Fit Fitter?” replete with jingles and funny dances.

Lots of pharmaceutical advertising is still Persuasion and USP based. Claratin makes you less sleepy than Baratin that works in two ways instead of the one way that Daratin, the fastest one works.

There were of course certain strategies that grew up around this. Jim Carroll of BBH put it very well when he talked of Cowboys and Crusaders. The big brands, he claimed, try to define all of the rational points that are relevant in the market. They tell you what you should be looking for, then claim them all as their own.

So Scottex tells us that Bathroom Tissue should be ‘Soft, Strong and Long.” – we buy their argument and their demos and they become huge.

That leaves only two strategies for smaller players.

They can abide by the rules and start to argue against one of the points – “we’re softer or stronger or longer”

Or they can try to introduce a new point of argument, convincing people that this is what’s really important. So you suddenly find brands that are “recycled” or even brands that are “prettier”

The trick here was always to try to bring the category identifiers down by claiming parity there… they’re ALL soft, strong and long – this one does all of that AND…

I still play the game of trying to spot these ads during the rare moments that I’ve not delayed my viewing of American Idol by enough to whiz past everything paid for. They tend to have a sentence that starts with “Sure….”
The second strategy that we used to try during the days of “What will this advertising do to people?” was to move beyond the rational and into the emotional. We were going to SEDUCE them. The ESP (emotional selling proposition) was a defining to 80s advertising as Thatcherism was to society (though she’d have denied its existence) – and its legacy was about as long.

The ESP led agencies to say things like “We’re not here to sell things to people, we’re here to make them want to buy”

This strategy was about FOSTERING DESIRE and everyone wanted to do it, because it meant bigger budgets, glamorous work and awards galore.

The word that acted as lube to this strategy tended to be ‘aspiration’ – we suddenly realized that we didn’t have to show our brands in relation to people’s actual lives. They didn’t have to argue that they could solve a real life problem and leave hands that did dishes as soft as your face – no, they could promise to be a gateway to a more fabulous, imagined life. One full of yachts and beaches and Yasmin Le Bon. Yes, you too could be Duran Duran.

Ask any British person between the ages of 35 and 45 to give you an example of this style of advertising and they’re very likely to show you a Bacardi cinema ad. In this a yacht serves as ‘the last bus home’ and beachside bar as ‘your local pub’ etc. and the line “If…. You’re drinking Bacardi”

There were other ways in of course – but the shift here was from winning the argument rationally to winning it by proving that you were a better gateway to a better life. It made for some great work. Instant Coffee became fodder for glossy soap-opera affairs, small cars migrated to Château in the South of France and phallic chocolate bars were consumed only by gorgeous people in bathrooms bigger than the average British house.

The really clever people managed to mix both messages. Levis advertising always took a rational point (shrink to fit, button flies, double stitched) and wrapped it in a heady mix of sex, rebellion, hormones and glamour.

‘Aspiration’ is a word still bandied about by clients but the days of the Imperial Leather family on their private jet now seem as naïve and dated as the Two Tarts in A Kitchen (there’s a cleaned up phrase) advertising of the 50s.

So the question when I started was

“What will this advertising do to people?”

These days that question has changed. We’re asking something else entirely. These days the brief asks the question

“What will people do with this communication?”

It’s a fundamental shift. And one that I think one of the big agencies summed up very nicely when a terribly bright young planner there wrote this

“For too many years we’ve been in the business of Interruption. We found content that people were interested in and we got in the way of their enjoyment. Found an article that you love, we’ll put an ad in the middle of it. Want to know what happens next on your favorite TV show, find out… after the break. Want to get information online, click to close our banner.

Well technology has changed and the age of interruption is dead.

We need to stop interrupting what people are interested in, and be what people are interested in.”

The agency loved this, put it on their website, told clients about it, wrote it on their walls, put the young planner in their ‘high potentials group’ and then laid him off during a round of cutbacks – proving that in advertising you’re only as big as your byline.

But it does sum up the change and it does explain the sudden panic around agencies regarding ‘What to do?” in this brave new world,

I’m hoping that this book can provide a clear framework for thinking about what we do when the question changes and we’re all asked

“What will people do with this communication”

Or as I like to think about it – what do we do when the soundtrack is no longer Duran Duran singing “Rio” but Lily Allen singing her diary?

Tomorrow we’ll get to the meat of that one…

Monday, April 06, 2009

Not a bad day


isight
Originally uploaded by axb500
Got up this morning and was introduced to a very cool charity for whom I want to do some work

Saw a great looking Montreal apartment and got chatting to the owner, who works for an ad agency there and seems really sweet.

Got a call from Visa people saying that my correction was complete, pick it up tomorrow.

Good workout at the gym

Then on to two photoshoots. The first at the Detroit Opera House where they opened up for us to shoot video with a woman whose dress seemed to be made of noise.

The second with a cool blind blues singer, at the D.I.A - again opened up specially for us.

Came home to find an apology from the realtor who had confused our apartment with another and described us as 'pigs' to the landlord

Then Jude came home with a gift for me - a MacBook Pro that is sexier than my ass (and I have a GREAT ass) and means that I'm no longer chained to the wall upstairs.

Good day indeed.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

For those with 3mins and 48 secs to burn

This is where we live - spot the animals

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Photo day today


First a few dozen of Jude snapped after watching America's Next Top Model and noticing the light coming in through a gap in the blinds...

... then to Detroit to snap some Big 4 college basketball revelry and a slice of the Pussy Cat Dolls

before coming back and putting together a sexy, at home, maternity shoot for a woman and her husband, loving some of the ideas, hoping they hire me.

Not a lot you may think - but enough to take my mind off the fact that we'd planned to be in Japan where the cherry blossom is out. Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Fishmonger


Fishmonger of Tsukiji III
Originally uploaded by exhibitj
The guy who runs my gym is a big fan f tropical fish
He says that they're very calming

Next door to the gym is a great fishmonger

I want to put 2&2 together and have my guy at the gym pose in a yoga position in the middle of a mound of fish

I'll add the words "I find fish very calming"

I think that it's funny - now to make it happen

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

More Idol Ramblings


So this week American Idol did "Oh, just sing anything you want to" week. Except that they pimp'd the episode by saying "as long as it's on i-tunes" and forcing everyone to wear apple headphones during a segment where they visited Ryan 'at work." I've not had a taste this bad in my mouth since Manilla.

Anyway here's how it went...


Anoop -- "Caught Up"

Anoop really isn't the best performer. And this was just horrible. He bounced. He repeatedly flicked dandruff from his 80s jacket. He killed the beat. He killed the mood. He ought to be bottom three.

Megan -- "Turn Your Lights Down"

Megan is like a third rate, lobotomized Amy Winehouse. No shame in that, it's making money for Adele and Duffy. Trouble is that strange bird just doesn't realize it and instead grates out ice in blender vocal after ice in a blender vocal. Just nasty.


Danny Gokey -- "What Hurts The Most"

He of 'my wife is still dead' infamy resists the urge to sing 'She's Gone' and instead stomps his way over some Rascal Flatts nonsense in a way that has Paula peeling herself from her stool and the rest of world wistfully thinking 'second glass of wine time?'. Awful, shouty and he has moobs.

Allison Irehata -- "Don't Speak"

The fetal Suzi Quattro plays it safe with the song, loose with the outfit and should just scrape by.

Blind Scott -- "Just The Way You Are"

Blind Scott proves that he's contemporary by playing an old Billy Joel song, at the piano. He seems to have retired the adenoids this week, which is a good thing but really "Just the way you are"?


Matt Giraud -- "You Found Me"

Warty would be Chris Martin dry humps his Casio keyboard while belting out bad but anodyne notes to the horror of all concerned. "We keep seeing a different Matt every week" complained numerically dyslexic Kara. "And they all have warts" shouted back America


Lil Rounds -- "I Surrender"

Lil did everything the judges told her. She picked a big ballad, got all gussied up and belted it out. She looked 90, sounded bored and lost everything that anyone ever liked about her. Grow a pair girl.


Adame Lambert -- "Play That Funky Music"

Big gay tranny Meatloaf took a novelty song and added - More Novelty, throw in wobbly knees and bad skin and you have Paula warbling about Mick Jagger


Kris Allen -- "Ain't No Sunshine"
Stripped down, side mouthed singing from the man with the safety spot on Idol (last performer)....

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Could it be????




Jude has been after a pink wig forever, promising me all kinds of photoshoots when one is delivered.
Alas the wig store in Montreal was permanently closed
And Ann Arbor is too worthy for fun
So I wonder where she found it?

Looking at apartments in Montreal now - it looks cheap, which is good.
Also turning down more work based partly on work permit and partly on pride.
Writing more and more and determined to get a book churned out before July.


Sold a couple of lenses today and bought a wide angle with the money. Cool.
Other than that all is quiet, all is well

Monday, March 30, 2009

Taking Its Toll....


Taken Its Toll....
Originally uploaded by Monster Academy
So while I try to tell myself that being without an income is good and remind myself how good my last summer in the park felt it seems that my body isn't getting the message...

I panic whenever I feel as though I'm having fun.. should that be allowed

My joints are all covered in eczema

My face is peeling and my eyes are raw

My back feels as though I was mistaken for Monica Seles by a Seffi Graf fan

My beard has bypassed gray and gone straight to white (a portion anyway)


I need to chill
But that would make me feel guilty

Oh for a heroin habit

Sunday, March 29, 2009

More shoots



I have a couple of really cool shoots coming up and I have to say I'm getting really rather excited by the photo lark. Obviously I need to sharpen (okay get some) photoshop skills... but first I have to get photoshop.

I know that's a terrible admission... being a DSLR user without photoshop is like being a chinese chef without a wok. But hey I'm all unemployed and stuff...

Not much to say here. Still a no to London. Still not allowed to leave US and re-enter without an appointment at an embassy overseas to turn my visa letter into an actual visa. That still takes about 6 - 8 wks in total. Ciao Caribbean. Hello DeMoines.

Well ho-hum as they say in Doris Day movies

Friday, March 27, 2009

More Idol news



So it seems like Clearasil before picture and part time drag king Adam Lambert is a BIG GAY TRANNY.
Hurrah!

I've been calling him Tranny Meatloaf forever and now it seems that the boy likes his meat... hurrah and huzzah!
Of course it would have been hard for him to be any more out.
Closets lose their doors as he walks by.
But now thanks to the miracle of the interweb housewives everyone can stop voting for him - just like Jesus would have done.

This week's Idol was Motown.
Or in Adam's case "Homo-town" (geddit?)

Here's what the reprobates did...

First they went to Detroit, It was grim.
They visited "Hitsville" it was grimmer.
Smokey Robinson appeared - we checked for the Grim Reaper.

Then they sang.....

Matt Giraud did "Let's get it on" in a warty if Justin Timberlake was uglier and slightly dumpy way that had Paula panting (maybe its the girdles?) and the rest of us slightly perplexed.

Kris Allen ”How Sweet It Is” - went for the Johnny Matthis side mouth croon, lesbian shirt and equally lesbian sincerity. I've been less bored at 'let's see how long it takes granny to die" weekend parties. INexplicably the judges loved him.

Scott MacIntyre (”You Can’t Hurry Love”) sang as though somebody had dared him to 'sing nerd' - his nasal whine was almost drowned out by his attempt at Honky Tonk piano - but alas not quite. Randy thought that he was "better than that man" --- I'm beginning to think that blindness and tone deafness may be somehow linked.

Megan Joy (”For Once In My Life”) she should sing Amy Winehouse, then go home basically. Here she raced through the song, threw in a signature spasm or two, missed easy notes and tried to look 'quirky'

Anoop Desai (”Ooh, Baby, Baby.”) - the most boring version of the most boring song ever to be transmitted. Another two minutes and his mom would have killed his dad just so that she could throw herself on the pyre. Racist? No - observant.

Michael Sarver (”Ain’t Too Proud to Beg”) - Jesus may have built his oilrig and blessed his bootiful bebby durrrterrr... but if I wanted to see a fat eunuch version of Tom Jones I'd buy Englebert Humperdinkn tickets, thank you.

Lil Rounds (”Heat Wave”) - They dressed her like Tina Turner, she performed like Tina Micheals, the checkout lady at our local Costco. Smokey says she could sing the phone book, I kind wish she had. C'mon big ass, show us what you're made of.

Adam Lambert (”Tracks Of My Tears”) - Looking like a drag king, sounding like a drag mime, A-dame (tee-hee) Lambert did a 'straight' version of the song that would have made him a contender were it not for the taste his taste for cock left in the mouth of American housewives who know that BJs is a store - and a birthday one perversion and sin against Jezuz.

Danny Gokey (”Get Ready”) - His wife is still dead. That should keep him safe another couple of weeks.

Allison Iraheta (”Papa Was a Rolling Stone”) - the soon to be trailer park, drug addict lesbian showed Josh Stone what it was all about on this "never mind the verse I have a lick in the chorus" version of the old classic. Good but I have more chance of winning,

So that's it.... what next week I wonder

A no to London


So we decided against London. A few things weighing in. Visa stuff that would take a while, money stuff that would mean living frugally to really make enough for savings given the time lost to visas, and my need to be here for movers, finding a Montreal house, incorporating etc.

It seems odd being unemployed and turning down offers of interesting work with good people and six figure salaries attached... but the truth is that in the 9 weeks that I'd have been able to be there I'd not have the time to do a good job, not have the ability to fly home when I needed to and not made enough to overlook those facts.

Concentrating on getting things signed and getting back into the business of working all day now. A real shame as I'd have liked a London stint - if only to remind myself why it's not the place for me... but these things happen and you deal

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Am I fat and lazy?



So I finally got the offer that I've been waiting for in from London today. And if the dollar was still only worth half a pound it would be the kind of offer that I'd be all over. But the dollar isn't worth half a pound and now I'm in a quandary.

You see the money is really good for someone living in the UK. But I wouldn't be living just in the UK. I'd still have a house and expenses (extra expenses actually) in the US. And I'd have flights. And the extra money would trigger tax on the income we get from our house.

The only way to really make it work would be for me to share a place. In Essex. Which might be an adventure. But an adventure that I thought that I'd left way behind. Long ago.

So it comes down to this. Am I prepared to abandon family for three months, to share a house, to spend time on planes in return for something to do and (if I live frugally) about an extra $10 - $15k in the bank account?

I know that most people would scream "Yes" to this. But then the situation here is complicated. And maybe I'm just too fat and lazy to actually do this. Or maybe the time could be better spent elsewhere.

Oh - and the visa people have me down as German. Pushing things back by 2 weeks. And generally buggering things up. Great.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Inching toward an agreement



I'm slowly inching my way towards an agreement that might see me in the UK for the next three months or so. What's standing in the way are the usual things agreement on money, start date and end date - but also the need for the paperwork on my new visa to arrive before I head off elsewhere. Which, from a distance, makes me seem complicated and a bit of a risk. We'll see what happens. I'm interested, but only at the right price.

Pictured is my very scruffy dog (the groomer is chock-a-block) and her less scruffy daycare fave. Velcro won't let the woman out of her sight and circles her as though she were a stray goat from the flock. No idea why they bonded - but they have so when the door opens and it's daycare days I have one very happy animal on my hands.

Looking for a quick trip within the US too. I'm thinking Miami. Jude is thinking further afield (like not in the US, not a long weekend and not somewhere that speaks English)... that will depend on the When with the UK job. And on the If I guess.

Other stuff happening too... but I can't really lay it out here yet - esp as I signed an NDA on it.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Legal


Caution
Originally uploaded by Penny Green
Well we got confirmation of our change of status... which is good and means that Jude can now work again and I can stay here as long as she does.

Well that will be the case when the paperwork lands in our mailbox. What we have right now is an e-mail saying 'approved' and instructions to wait for the paperwork.

Good news as it means that we'll be able to travel again. Again once the paperwork arrives.

Still no news on Springtime in London for me.... grrrrrr. Will give it until Thursday and then write it off as an opportunity that wasn't to be. I've uncrossed my fingers but still have an eager eye on my inbox... if that makes sense.

Anyway just a quickie today as I have calls to make and internet sites to search - as well as ex-clients to thinly disguise as members of the underworld in my new 'who knew it was a comedy?' book

Sunday, March 22, 2009

My next two shoots


I have some amazing people lined up for my next two shoots...

Here's how I described the ideas at casting...


**********SHOEBOX FULL OF SECRETS*************

I'm looking to mix the look of Found Magazine with the intensity of Post Secret... and I'm looking for people willing to go there with me...

What do I mean?

Here are a couple of examples....

The model acts out a scene that's close to their own heart... one story so far is of a girl had a topless pic that her boyfriend had taken of her when they were still at boarding school. She carried it everywhere as she was terrified that it would 'get found' even if she threw it away... We're going to re-enact that image (10 years later) with her holding the pic... she then signs the image "I used to be terrified that someone would see me like this"

Have another guy who had a stash of pretty tame gay porn when he was younger... he kept it in the attic. Going to shoot him upstairs, in late 80s clothing surrounded by similar mags - he signs it"My parents will never know about this either."

It doesn't have to be sexual, it just needs to be personal.

The second is the idea that I'm really interested in

*** PUBLIC VS PERSONAL SPACE****

I have an idea for a series of images that try to capture the difference between how we all want to be perceived (especially as people who work with images) and what the rest of our lives look like.

What I'm looking to do is shoot in two parts.

The first shoot is all about capturing images of everyday life. It will be black and white and grainy and photo journalistic. We're looking for around 120 images of you going about your everyday business in the house as though there are no cameras there. Waking up, brushing your teeth, showering, throwing things in the microwave, throwing things at the TV. We capture 'real life'

We then print those images and use them to create a giant mural / montage that will act as the backdrop for the second shoot (and final image)

This mural will be around 7 feet high and 12 feet across and we'll shoot you in color, in front of it in whatever costume, make-up etc. you'd most like to be seen in.

The idea is to use our life as a backdrop for your larger than life images.

This is an idea that I'm really, really excited by. The first part is going to take some time, and some patience but the final images should be revelatory... and how often can we say that?


THE RESPONSE so far has been terrific, I love the people that are coming back to me and the stories that they want to tell.


In addition went out into the Ann Arbor sunshine today and managed to turn this innocent scene into something that has a bit of a story... fantastic. Loving life

Friday, March 20, 2009

Filling in time while people deliberate


So I made my pitch for the job in London and am now waiting for a decision.

In my favor is that I'm good, they know of me, I work quickly and I have a reputation for being able to work with designers.

Working against me is the fact that I don't know when I'll be allowed to leave the US, will only be available for 3 months at most, am murderously expensive (by UK standards) and have a reputation (undeserved I think) for being at the cool end of the spectrum when it comes to the kinds of clients I excel on.

More in the minus pile. But hey we'll see how it goes. If there's cash, a car, a spring in London and some interesting work in it I'm all for it. If any one of those things falls out well then I have things to do here, an internet full of pretty people doing kissing and a shed load of details to sort before Canada.

So it's a waiting game. Today I waited for and with The Script. I like them. They played the spiritual home of the Borders book chain here in Ann Arbor today and were mightily good I have to say.

"Hope you enjoy the album, it was a labor of love" they said to each signee; blissfully unaware of the Hue and Cry songs that set off in my head...

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Love is a burning flame



So did a marathon reality viewing session last night and ever since have had "Ring of Fire" in my head. Not that Adam Lambert's version was any good mind. Adam is the person that Paula is most likely going to jump on this season (after the odd looking guy who seems to be milking his dead wife for every vote he can)... but it's weird as Adam is kinda a tranny Meatloaf, with bad skin. Really bad skin. He ripped of Buckley and ended up sounding like The Doors on an off night in Morocco but fair play to him...

Alexis Grace (a name or an incantation?) went home for murdering Dolly Parton's Jolene while looking very much like the bird like songstress. She narrowly lost to a fat bloke who seems to like his family and his blue collar. Which was a shame. Sure they need a little blue collar in there but this guy is more Michael Bolton with an appetite than Springstein. Best seen him described as Michael “Jesus Built My Oilrig” Sarver

Other idolists? Lil Rounds, a woman with a voice as big as her ass. And that's sizeable. Like Floridian.

Anoop, an Indian with the soul of an accountant who seems to have more and more family in the crowd every week. Seriously somebody ought to call the INS because give it another three rounds and we have a potential Black hole of Calcutta tragedy.

Kris Allen looks square jawed enough (though jowly parents hang out in the crowd like specters of 'I coulda been a contender' future) - he's a crap balladeer, so he'll make top 8

Megan Joy I like - she moves like a bird that has fallen from its nest, in short broken hops and sounds like a bird who has had it's larynx crushed by a nazi jackboot. But she's cool and quirky and looks suitably mortified in the dreadful group singing bits.

Danny Gokey has the dead wife. And the misty eyes. And Paula's number.

Allison Iraheta is 16 but sounds like Suzi Quattro. I like her. She's like a less drunk version of the mad nurse they had a while ago. She rocks it like it's a wedding rehearsal dinner and is the most likely to shill for a local abortion clinic I think. Something about her says 'trailer park in your future missy'... I hope it's an airstream

Scott Macintyre is blind. Which is great during the group numbers. Mainly because it seems that the other 'idols' are daring each other to lead him closer and closer to the edge of the stage. This week Paula cruelly told him to lose the piano, if she's spun his chair around quickly enough she might have accomplished physically.

Anyway as penance for all of this nastiness here's a pic of me to poke fun at

Better yet

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Why I've been a bad, bad, blogger


I've not been as regular with these blogs lately - and the weird reason is that I've been busy. Really busy. Take yesterday, phone interview in the morning, talk to broker before lunch, run to gym, 4 hours in the dentist chair, come home, cook, couple of hours spent looking for Canadian places to live online and thats without factoring in the photos that I have to edit, the website that I'm keen to run my eye over or the people whose calls need returning (including a guy who wants to buy a kit lens from me, SCORE)

So sorry that these have been infrequent and about as interesting as a Gillian 'Poo Lady' Marathon... but times are frantic right now

Monday, March 16, 2009

First day of unemployment


So here in Catch 22

11 - Can't work in US as I'm without a Visa

22 - Can't leave the country until I get a new non-working Visa

But today was nice. The sun shone. The temperatures improved. The dog was walked. The cars was serviced. Pictures were worked on. Phone interviews were set up. White papers were written. Books were drafted. A vivid nightmare was outlined as a horror movie elevator pitch,

Tomorrow - root canals, more photo work, phone interview with Europe.

Meanwhile House(!)

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Y-ouch



Yesterday I had my first gym injury.

I hurt my back jumping rope.

Today I shot 7 models in the Harajuku style

The camera was heavy

My back feels worse

This evening we saw a really good Varsity Hockey game - much dancing

Again the back feels it

Hoping that the Rockwell exhibition at the DIA tomorrow is less strenuous.

Meanwhile this is what happens when your 9am cancels and only your wife is around...

Bless her polyester thigh hi stockings

Not the best shot this but the first outta the cam

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Yet more hush-hushery


I'm starting to get very excited by a couple of the prospects flying around at the moment. One I really have my fingers crossed for will keep me out of trouble for the spring. It could also get me deep into a client before 'going it alone' in June / July.

The other thing that's exciting is that 'going it alone' might not mean being alone after all. There are people out there that I've always wanted to work with; some of whom have skills that are totally complimentary to mine -- and there's a chance that Alternate Hypothesis might not me a one man band - or even called Ha.

All very vague I know. But if things go to plan (and I'm aware that they rarely do) I might have a job for the spring, a company that's partly my own by summer, a backbone of regular income based on selling some of my time, relationships with a couple of clients and the chance to partner with people that I love and respect.

Meanwhile sitting tight, writing lots, enjoying sunny but cold weather and hassling and hustling things along

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Who knows, perhaps, maybe


Can't say too much about this.. but there is a chance that a job that people have been talking about from different angles might just happen. It's still early days and the stumbling block may be that I only want the job for a couple of months but it and I am looking hopeful.

Post Canada things are starting to look as though they might fall into place too.

Plus today I managed to clean the house, we got our change of status acknowledged, the sun came out and pilates felt as though it was kicking my ass.

Not a bad one... now if only I could stop models dropping like flies...

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Possibilities


All kinds of possibilities opening up to me today. I've been talking about becoming part of a team looking at new ways to do planning. I've been talking to some agencies about innovation and how to train people in the processes of innovation. I spent some time talking to someone who asked whether I'd be interested in teaching at a University (that would really bug the proper academics, lol) and recently I've had the idea of going 'client side' floated past me...

All good, all speculative and all delayed until June for legal reasons.

Meanwhile I'm about to shoot eight models (I'm banking on 5 showing) this Saturday. So preparing for that.

Monday, March 09, 2009

Moving...


So things finally started moving for me today.

First a lot of people came back and told me what I kinda knew. The chance of something short term between now and the end of June is slim to non-existent. Get used to it.

But there is interest. There are opportunities post June. There are people doing interesting things. And something may well be through soon - pending an agreement on funding and my cash demands.

Besides that I have my book to write, someone else's book to edit, two start-ups looking for help, an ex-client that I won't leave in the lurch, a company to set up and a trends piece that needs some serious thought.

Not a bad day - and a busy one.
Thank the Jezuz

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Ah New York


New York City Feb 2009
Originally uploaded by stevenjude
The thing abt New York is that it's full of opportunity.
Or it would be if I had a visa to take up that opportunities there

But I don't
And so I had to grimace my way through the weekend
Explaining again and again why I can't work here, even when work is offered.

Still it was 20c, sunny and full of people that I really like.
The New York office was funkier
And the people there happier
Plus I saw some old faces that seemed younger than ever

Fun time, let's see where it leads now...