There's only really one word to describe my day, E-P-I-C. The night before the awaited day I had a friend (mind it I'm really into this friend) came over to the house for some get to know each other time. I enjoy hanging out with this person, but at times I get a little-school-girl-crush-on-a-boy-syndrome, when im around him, one thing I can't help but do is take my hand and follow the shape of his face with the tips of my fingers, feeling every crevice from the inside of his eyes, the root of his nose, to the gentle wave of his lips, while telling him how adorable he is. So back to the story, when he arrived I couldn't help but think how attractive he is, and I wanted to get closer to him, so I insisted on watching a movie "Spirited Away" a japanese anime movie redone in America. I love the movie and asked him his thoughts, he said it was a weird movie; I don't think it was weird, the director is a genius with a wild imaginative visions.
Due to it being a Saturday, everyone had plans to go out that night, including cute boy, whos roommate supposedly had VIP at some gay spot downtown. He was invited to join the group for some partying and free booze. What a deal right? As the night grew darker, out time fell shorter. I was face to face with the end of the hourglass. As much as I wanted him to stay, and as much as he wanted to stay, I had hoped, I had to say goodbye and with a hug (no kiss), he stepped into his convertible, two seater BMW and was off into the night. I watched as the small car get even smaller into the dark abyss of the late night. Shortly after, I gathered my thoughts of one of my many "No Drama" nights, recollected on my time with him and head to the room for my slumber. The next day was going to be a big, busy, task filled day, I prepared weeks in advanced for this to come so by all means, to my belief I was ready.
The next morning was an early wake up, earlier than I'm used to, but it was all for a reason. It started with a big egg and hashbrown breakfast than some phone calls and emails to attend to, I still had to head to the apartments to pick up whatever wardrobe I could that was relevant to the photoshoot. Once everything was together it was off to the venue for an early meeting and discussion with the few who came earlier than the rest. I scoped out places inside the club for shot possibilities and awaited the other people to arrive. Slowly the group got bigger and at this time I wanted to start make up and hair. Models started coming together as more and more arrived some later than others, but nobody was left out.
The previous day I had two boutiques whom were going to be utilized during the photoshoot, I will keep the names out of this blog, both of them cancelled on me last minute. If there is one thing I can't handle it's someone saying that they are going to do something and not following through with it- this was no joking matter because I needed clothes, which is why I made the early morning phone calls and emails. As the Creative Director for this photoshoot, I had no idea what to expect when I took on the job, all that I knew was I had a vision, something new, fresh, and unique. I told every single model what their make up was going to look like, how their hair would be, clothing to wear, positioning of the body, and facial expressions to make. Even though I had so much going on at one time, people in my ear, people over here, over there, worried about time, questioning the outcome of my vision. I knew that I had to do one thing and that was to keep my sanity and stay focused. Through all the questions I was still impressed at how everything came together. It was so collective and at that very moment was no longer just a vision, idea, or thought, it had become definite reality. To an extent I was so impressed by hoe everything looked so good. I know my strong points and how talented I really am when I put my mind to it. I felt like a genius.
The more people began to soak in the events, the more they had come to a conclusion that 1. I was not bullshitting in the least, 2. I know what I'm doing, 3. that this was actually happening right in front of them. As one compliment from a colleague came, so did the next one and I embraced it. Sometimes a little affirmation being said is a nice thing to have and goes a long way, especially on a hardworking job. The shoot did take longer, which was fine with me, and the others seems totally committed to seeing it through to the end. Once it was over soon came the sigh of relief and you saw it on everyone's face as we packed up our belongings and headed to the house to celebrate.
In the beginning of the planning process I had other things I wanted to do for this shoot (new rave, indie, new york couture), but I think as time went by my (electro, rockerish, glam feel) made a bigger impression on the feeling and gave everyone an introduction to the many sides of me. They can be sure there's more where that came from because I'm barely getting started and opening up a new world of cohesive collision of art, music, and fashion. I call these the 3 amigos, and everyone should associate and utilize them in everyday life because they are the most magnificent existance to come to meet; these 3 things are my terms of breathing, eating, and sleeping, without them I don't think I would do things the way I do them today. The way I walk, sleep, talk, and interact with others. Without those 3 things I would merely be figment of the world's imagination. They are my drug and daily ritual consumption, they are me and I am them.
It's almost like a world that you can't excape from because the walls of this sublime prison are too tall to reach. Even if they weren't tall the presentation of art, music, and fashion should make it enough for you to not want to leave, you would than be institionalized and mesmerized by the simple sight. I fiend for this feeling every minute ready to sell my life for just another taste, lick, and crumb. It's like when you do something that no one else is doing, I would call that a sign of genius in itself. You don't have to attend an Ivy League school to be a genius, or be a mechanical engineer to have artistic ability and the vision to create something new. The only risk you take in introducing something new to the masses is "rejection", I rebuttle with life's no fun without mistakes, broken rules, or perfectioc driven life. Risk taking is one of the only ways you learn what works best for your lifestyle (everchanging like mine or not). One thing I do know for a fact is that I'm so liquid it hurts; you never know what to expect from me on any given day, the things I say, the way I dress, the was I talk, my choice of demeanor, everything down to the way I walk. My viewpoints and choices of lifestyle alter as any truly open minded person's would that is of course if they appreciate new cultures, customs, and concepts.
Here are some photos from the shoot. Enjoy!
Anthony Elias Espinoza 2009
