Not the Beaver Dam.... the HOOVER DAM....

One time, back when I was in college and I was avoiding going to class, I pulled over and picked up a hitchhiker. He shimmied into my front seat, balancing his backpack on one leg and a canteen of water in the other.... I asked him where he was going and he said, "Anywhere that you are going, until you kick me out.." So I told him headed to class and he said, "There are worst places to go than college..." After that,, I showed up to class on time. He was right, there are worse places than college....

The other day while winding the back roads to Vegas, I found myself wanting to pick up another nice weary eyed traveler, backpack and canteen in hand, half dead from the desert heat - but I had this crazy flashback from No Country for Old Men so I tossed some bottled water out my window and slammed down on the gas instead..... I thought about that guy all day.... poor man lagging in the desert heat. I hope he is still alive... I hope some wonderful truck driver pulled over and saved him,

That same day (perhaps it was karma.... if you believe that sort of thing) ....

My car ran out of gas - on - the - top - of - the - Hoover - fucking - Dam. Yea. Like on top of it. Right there. On the top. I was only four miles from the gas station....

The gas gauge in my car is really strange, sometimes it will run out of gas at a quarter of a tank..... It all depends on the day, the alignment of the moons, the way the road treated it that particular day.... On this particular day... my car was just plain angry - it stopped moving - on - top - of - the - Hoover - Dam. Since I had no idea what to do, I tried to look busy as people started to skirt the car on the shoulder... they were cheerleadering positive things like, "Did you run out of gas, oh that is so sucky" "Sure is a hot day to be stuck in the road, huh?" "Mami can I have your number - Mami look at me?"

Luckily, a cop car pushed me to safety. Where I then phoned-in Triple A and had this baffling conversation with the woman on the other line.... the convo went like this, "Hi... Yes, this is an emergency, I ran out of gas on the Hoover Dam. What? No no... not the Beaver Dam. The HOOVER Dam. Ummm... the one that boarders Arizona and Nevada. You've never heard of the Hoover Dam? Really? It is a national landmark... President Hoover? Did you ever have a class on US History. No I am not making fun of you - I just cannot believe you do not know what the Hoover Dam is.... could you send someone out here with some gas? No I am not in Ohio. I am at the Hoover Dam, in Nev-ada. I know you are typing it into google maps, yes I know. Are you spelling it right? No no it does not start with an R... HOOVER with an H... I am not in Iowa" And that went on for about a half hour until she could transfer me - she still had no idea what was going on when she transfered me.... I hope she went home and looked it up.

In the four hours that I waited for Triple A to show up - I met a bunch of nice bikers headed to the RiverRun (which I am now absolutely dying to do as well) - I filmed a bunch of longhorned sheep. Someone gave me a bunch of snacks and some cold tomato juice (which I love)... so all in all, it really was not a bad day, just a frustrating one....

Hot Valley of Phx....

So Patrick flew back home, which was really sad - for so many reasons. Having him around reminded me of how much fun my trip can be with someone else around (there is nothing more entertaining than putting the top down and singing stupid songs through the desert with another person.) Also, I am not sure when I am going to be seeing him again - usually I have visiting him planned into my schedule months ahead of time. This is the first time, I see no sure sign that I will be seeing him before July - that is a very long time, even for us. Perhaps I will fly out of Seattle in early June, leave my car with Fedora or something....

Phx is hot! Ha, it is always hot here. I am staying with Pat's sister, really nice apartment with a poolside - there is Jamba Juice up the road. All kinds of things going on.... the Arizona ShootOut (one of the largest model events in the US) is happening this weekend - at least half of the best girls in the business (Tiana, Carlotta, Tomiko, Valerie, ect) are in town this weekend shooting. While I am not participating in the ShootOut, because I do not like to stand in line and feel like I am in the DodgeBall line..... I am going to try to hang out with everyone. Wednesday night, I picked Samantha Grace and we grabbed some dinner together.... and tonight, even though I think it is against the rules - I am going to attend the Meet and Greet. All the models are swapping wardrobe afterwards in Carlotta's room... Super excited about that. My wardrobe bag is so boring these days....

My mom is in town on vacation this week... weird, huh? So I am going to try to steal her for awhile - grab brunch or something. I am pretty sure that I will not be home until August, and although we are not on the best of terms, we are still really good friends - I would like to see her.

Couchsurfing party on Sunday! I love Couchsurfing.... those kids know how to have a good time.



Photos: Photographer: Melvin Moten - NYC 2008, Model: Ree

White Sands 2008....

Between staying up late and waking up incredibly early - Patrick and I were exhausted waking up at 5:30am, driving out to White Sands. Never really had much choice, though - White Sands was completely my idea to begin with. A few weeks before I had put out a notice, requesting TFP with any photographer who was willing to make the trip. A nice guy from AZ answered my casting call..... claiming total amatuer abilities with a desire to learn photography. He was willing to take the trip from Tucson to White Sands (which is about a four hour drive)....

After about two weeks of trying to figure out how to shoot in pure white sand (pure white reflective sand) and how to prepare camera gear and all that - he managed grab two other models as well... T-racy and Karen Alene.

Tracy is a model from Tucson - Told me that she has been reading my blog for the past four months and that I inspired her to persue a modeling career - She was a bit of a "fan girl" - Really excited about posing with me and wanting to "get to know me" - She talks about how she wants to travel a lot - So hopefully she will be able to take her modeling to another level.

The drive to Phx was actually quite nice... Pat and I took to Interstate 60 W, driving through little Apache towns, with young kids asking if a NY minute was really an hour....

Photos: Kienan Ryan 2008, and of course, Google

A Nine Hour Drive - NorthWest

Leaving Tim's place is always a little bittersweet for me - I get so comfy in the quiet timelessness of his home that I feel like I never need to move again. And yet, amist that feeling of complete comfort, my own personal nature is screaming for me to get back on the road - pick up those tired feet and put another six hundred miles on the mustang, dammit!.....

So yea, A Nine Hour Drive from San Antonio, Texas to Las Cruces, New Mexico = hell. You might think, perhaps, because I am on a roadtrip - that a nine hour drive would be a breeze.... but you have to understand that my usually car time is about 2-3 hours max, every four days or so..... to me a nine hour drive is total hell - especially on I-10. Luckily I had Patrick around, and he was so new to the whole 'driving through texas' thing - that he put the car on cruise and sailed through the state of Texas like it was New Hampshire...

I do not remember much about the drive... it was really long...

We ate at Unos and all I had were 100 dollar bills in my wallet - So I paid with one and the waiter gave me back 60 one dollar bills.... 60 of them. You should have seen my wallet - I was totally blinging - ready to go hit up some strip clubs, watch some booty shake, tuck some bills into some boobie cleavage.... yeaaaaa, and then I remembered I just spent the entire day sitting in my car for nine hours - and I almost fell asleep in my clam chowder.....

Photos: 2007 Roadtrip, Las Cruces and Second we can thank Google...

Tim Summa and San Antonio

There is something about San Antonio I just love - perhaps it could be all the old buildings that line all the streets or the fact that once the sun goes down, the air smells like Jasmine. Mr. Tim Summa lives here - conversing aimlessly to his kitties, dwarfing the world with his gigantically large heart. I love this man.

Everytime I stay with Tim, I am just amazed....at first, with just how large the man is. He literally looks like the descendant of Giant. I would guess at least seven feet when he ducking the doors. After I get past his giant-ness - I am again, just amazed with just how intelligent he is. (Now that I am thinking about it... I am thinking that perhaps, he might have a photographic memory because it would explain a lot.) He is particularly good with very strange questions that have very open answers. For example, one night I started inquiring about the Moth Man - and next thing I know, I am in a three hour discussion about the beginning of civilization, Jesus, the Arc of the Covenant, Gaul, Indian culture, portals, the exact location of where the Moth Man habits..... a million other topics, and in the end it all came full circle - three hours later. And I love every minute of his chain reaction ramblings....

Yay! So Patrick flew into San Antonio!! - Tim gave us our own room, some spare keys, even the keys to his car. Tim dropped us off at the Riverwalk to grab dinner, as he always does, left us his cell number..... "Even if it is 3am, I will come and pick you up, don't worry about calling - just have a good time!".... Riverwalk was crowded with drunk college kids wearing paper white condoms on their heads... Pat did not like it much. Ended up calling Tim early, for a night full of fully entertaining stories about Tesla and fleas and how we won all the World Wars and about Napoleon and lice and black rats vs brown rats.... atomic bombs.... time travel..... wow. Tim=Awesomeness Photos: Not completely sure... ha

Lone Star Damsels.... is amazing.

A lot of girls turn to damsel-in- distress bondage as an easy way to make some quick money when they first start out in the modeling business. I definitely did. As model looking for paid work, simple rope bondage is a great gig... your portfolio can be mediocre, you do not need any real previous experience. Many photographers do not care if your lose your clothes or not. You do not have to pose too much since you are tied up.... you do not need to know your lighting.... since again, you are tied up. The guys are almost always a billion times more respectful, also gentlemanly-like. Example, over the past two years, I have had bondage photographers show up with flowers, dinner, and several gift cards to spoil myself with. One time a guy in North Carolina bought me a full day at a five star spa and gave me his penthouse suite for a full week. 

Even with all this said, over the past two years I have cut down on my bondage work immensely. The #1 being that I am not into pain. I do not like watching my fingers turn purple. I do not like not being able to feel my legs. I do not like the rope marks on my body.

BUT every once in awhile, I take on a job if someone seems legit enough..... Lone Star Damsels out of Texas is friggin awesome!!! Awesome.... His rope work is tight but comfy enough that shooting all day was not an issue. In general, I just think he is one of the best bondage photographers from this trip. Hope to work with him again.

Austin City Limits....

Today I worked with a Russian photographer who once lived in Siberia. Of course, the only proper question to ask a person who has lived in Siberia would be, "What kind of food do they eat over there?" His answer was Ravioli..All the people who were banished from Europe to Siberia were banished to eat Ravioli for the rest of their lives.

I drove through a town named Kickapoo today. Texas has some entertaining towns... Kick-a-poo! Worked with Lithium Picnic - I swear, the guy is a sudo-celebrity these days. Got to meet Apnea and some girl wearing real bear paws.