Injured Reserve and the abridged Party Circuit

I have to apologize to our four readers for not updating in a week. I have a nasty day ahead tomorrow in which I will get a 10 gauge needle plummeted into my elbow in an effort to remedy my torn extender in my shooting arm. I would have understood this injury in my single days, but being married reduces your "alone time" considerably. The doc says it might be from a 15 lb. camera in my right hand 6 hours a day, but I don't believe him. I think its from hi-fiveing every drunk in town. I've been stuck in front of the computer hacking away at peoples hairlines as I prep the Chicago Suicide Club Fashion Triptych. You can see a sneak preview above. Kudos to our 30+ models, movers and shakers who made Oliver and I very happy that evening. Because God knows I'll never attempt a shoot in Crimson Lounge again for fear of lighting it. Be sure to check out the St. Pauli Girl boxes hanging over the paintings hiding our strobes. Just another "Strobist" solution to an otherwise impossible situation.

Reeves and I took a stroll into Wicker Park and shot plenty of Black Swan parties (Cheers to Clayton Hauck for pimping us all month). Be sure to ask Reeves about the He Say She Say and Holt events because I only shot the "Zipcar Anniversary". It was the first party I've seen where anyone could get a drink but the line for the buffet was 200 people long. When I went up to the "Top Chef" contestants who were preparing the food and told them their new codename was the "Lunch Ladies" I don't think they were so amused. Nothing like going from national cable TV to feverishly cutting baguettes for hungry car renters.

A few weeks earlier I had the displeasure of shooting Dave Navarro again. Something tells me that watching your father shoot your mother, battling heroin, and getting dumped by Carmen Electra for our friend Rob Patterson makes you a total douche. It drives me nuts to see this virtuoso turned low grade porn director because he was my hero in high school along with Perry Farrel (Who is always fucking awesome to hang around). Reeves and I took on the last night of "Outdanced" at Funky Buddha as well and had a fucking blast. I'm so unhip and was like a wide eyed school child upon seeing Pooper and Leslie and the Lys kill it on stage. "Ham Dance" rulez. Our friend Shaka 23 is back in town and always brings good mojo to the party.
Oh, and I shot the Michigan Avenue Launch party and stayed away from almost all the celebs since Jason Binn prefers to hire 4 people to shoot the same thing. It's just not my thing having to push and shove to get a shot. I enjoyed the night and took time to take care of their readers and clients instead of hounding Cindy Crawford, Verne Troyer, Terrance Howard and Michelle Williams. I heard it was a great party. I, however, had tunnel vision and couldn't wait to leave due to my elbo feeling like it was gonna burst.

I did however piss someone off by sneaking my way to the front of the stage while Mr. Binn and Mrs. Gerber did their version of "Who's on First" seen below....