August 1, 2007

a very old picture of me doing HipHop Cinderella...when standing was still acceptable

Tuesday me and my girl Boogie do yet another photo shoot for our publicist, trying to find the perfect "dynamic and interactive tight shot showing a relationship between the dancers with the eyeballs showing" picture that the newspapers would love. Two years ago when I put up my show "PARTY GIRL" the press loved a shot of me standing on my head with my thong sticking out, and it made it to all the major papers. Trying to recreate that elusive money shot, me and Boogie crawled around the studio in different variations of tough hip-hop, amoeba-like modern, and angry capoeristas.

Speaking of pictures... guys... I run a magazine. I am not... I repeat kindly and gently... I am NOT... your wedding photographer. Don't tell me to take your picture. Typical night:

Annoying person 1: Take my picture!

Annoying person 2: Hey Cz! (crooks their finger) Take our picture!

Excuse you but you're not paying me. Do you think I keep those forced pictures? I delete them once I take them because honey... if I WANTED to take your picture... I would have.

Tuesday Night Social Club at the Note as usual. In case anyone hasn't heard, they have a new Euro-style dress code now whereby hiphop is not allowed. No baggy clothes, no hats, even though the place is essentially a giant bathroom. But last night I did peep a bunch of white frat boys doing the herky jerk in flip flops. Not to mention that the asshole bartender I've been dealing with for almost a year and tip most graciously has yet to cut me a break. In fact I think he's duping me, so he's cut off. I like the security guys though, so I don't know where the inconsistencies are coming from.

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