Ah the irony of life. Yesterday I am shooting my big mouth off about New York-is-for-wussies and my decision to stop waiting and continue life, and last night the call comes in: my visa is approved. Insane. So a full change of plans once again: I still go to Madrid tomorrow, I work there on Thursday, might see some clients on Friday and then I rush back to Amsterdam in the weekend, to next week fight the bureaucratic system (“when you come to the embassy, bring forms I-39875, HT-2983746.3 and UIYT-328964 and a picture white background with you facing the photographer while your head covers 50% of the picture no not 51, we said 50 and an envelope with address and more money since we dont do this stuff for free you know and dont forget to clean your nostrils and remove and bombs hidden within the cavities and of course, Welcome to America.”) Then next weekend I think I will move to the Big Fruit. Crazy crazy.

Today’s shoot was fun. 10 days in Paris for a total of two (2) pictures. And you ask why I love it here? And if that isn’t enough, the conversations here are fascinating:

My brozzeur works in a Bonck, where he deals in stockings.

:)

And that note, I have to run and find out about my ticket for tomorrow.