there was "the dream"
and the "bussing"
Director man's been on my back constantly. He's a grump that one. But i don't care. This is too surreal. Bowie's on stage. Ziggy Bowie. Glitter Bowie. Stardust. The camera's malfunctioning. The flash is unsynced. Sometimes it works. It's chance and perfection. A glance at the display of the posh digi SLR cam tells me that. How could it be anything less than perfect. It's Bowie. Old Bowie not old Bowie. Photographed in black and white. Captured frozen in mid air. A trick with strings. Director man in the striped tee looks miserable. The audience dont look particularly impressed. Maybe they're stupid. Maybe they dont know Bowie. Things happening fast. Too many people to shoot. Rio and Rooney. Naomi and the famous one whose name i never remember. She's brought her little sister along. Mini-her. So creepy. She goes off to pee. Her sister comes back with a ball in her hand. A stinky ball of pee. Pee on a strip of paper. Balled up. Like with Bennies. Ergh.
there was more to it...another part..a different photoshoot...an outfit like a bubblegum coloured straitjacket...the model was a franka potente lookalike (run lola run franka).
i read on the road on the bus and feel a bit like iv travelled all over blore and all over america as well. if/when i eventually actually see the places in the book, its going to feel familiar... sometimes i see the same people on the bus. sometimes the same people on the road. the girl in the beige suit. the man with the injured foot and crutch. the cripple on the corner (weirdly he wasnt there the one day i had this thought). i like the bussing part (it's long, 2 buses) it's fun watching people. it's a very im alive feeling. like im living the clem snide song (or should i say eef barzelay song?) 'i love the unknown'
they asked him/"hey, where's this bus going?"/and he said,
"well, i'm really not sure."/"well then, how will you know where to get off?"/and he said, "the place with the most allure."
the part i dont like is the road crossing at night at domlur flyover. the worst place ever. tis the stuff of nightmares. standing on a median of stones while traffic rushes at you. all headlights. cyclists and bikers sometimes drive into the median.