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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

2 days ago I assisted my a friend of my dad's, who's also become a friend of mine with a photoshoot. I went on a roadtrip with him a few months back (about 700 miles going all the way down to Davao from Manila along the coast) and it was awesome and adventurous and perhaps best saved for another time (I have actually been meaning to write a complete essay type situation on the trip but that ideas has completely atrophied due to my laziness and inability to get anything done which is depressing and I should do it but I don't know). 

Anyways, I woke up and 8, promptly went to the kitchen and unboxed my new Koala Krunch cereal and cracked open a fresh brick of hemp milk (my first time experiencing the lavish hemp derived milk, quite decent I must say) and mixed the two ingredients into a heterogeneous, nutritious and delicious breakfast meal. My friend's name is Andy and he has been a professional photographer for about 12 years. Quite an interesting character, Andy originated from Germany and has traveled the world the same age as me, accidentally climbed part of mount everest, battled and defeated testicular cancer, became a pseudo celebrity in the Philippines for modeling and being a TV host and has since become a jolly, beer loving, father of 3. 

I checked my email the night before and he said he'd be picking me up at 9:30 and I should meet him in the downstairs lobby. In between breakfast and his arrival, I engaged in my usual internet browsing and I don't remember much except for trying to find an mp3 of R Kelly's "I'm a flirt" after no success the night before only being able to download a rather average "trap" remix by Cyril Hahn, and a terrible but amusing broken social scene x r kelly mash up which I thought was too rare to pass up on adding to my musical library. 

I left at 9:29, locking the door and taking the elevator 10 floors down to the lobby where I saw him outside the door making his way in. We got in his car and his wife was there serving as the designed driver at the moment. A rather clean and standard sedan, we quickly made our way to the location of the photoshoot. After introducing myself to his wife, I swiped through my iPhone (which I have been dropping more frequently lately and am definitely grateful that it is still intact, maybe I should thank the makers of the bape case because it's deceptively durable) and decided on listening to my new R Kelly tracks. After giggling in my head to R Kelly's greatness in combining spot on vocals with humor and realness, we arrived at the destination. St. Luke's hospital was the name and I would be spending the next 9 hours there. Andy popped the trunk and inside was a big black bag with all sorts of metal leg devices sticking out. I estimated it's weight to be about 35lbs or so. In it were several tripods, monopods, lamps and one small and large umbrella lined with reflective aluminum on the inner portion to bounce light off for certain sorts of photos that required it.

We waited around the entrance, as the security guard and his a white Labrador retriever sniffed the contents of his bags, for drugs and bombs and other paraphernalia which I guess is standard procedure. We made small talk for a few minutes, waiting for someone to come and receive us and bring us inside. I noticed that the labrador sniffing dog must have not quite new to it's job because it was humping the leg of the security guard inspected our bags. The dog also looked really bored and was jumping to engage with another sniffing dog that was within the near vicinity.Someone soon came with a dolly type device as we set our bags upon it and on it's 4 rotating wheels entered the medical sanctuary. There was a concierge service desk in the lobby which made me conclude that this hospital had s some elements of a hotel and that must have been an element that the designers wanted to include in the hospitals make up. Andy indicated towards a man whom I was informed to be an owner of many go go bars in a particular and unknown area of Manila who was traversing through the lobby elevator area.

As we squeezed the dolly, myself, and andy into the elevator, we were designed toarrive on the 12th floor, which in itself is somewhat of a prolonged ordeal. The elevator would stop at every other floor or so for nurses and patients laterally navigating the hospital. However we finally ended up on the 12th floor and after weaving through a few corners and hallways we ended up a room at the corner of the building, with a nice view of the bustling city below. Greeting us there was several members of the Hospital's marketing team and I'm guessing senior ranking folk of some sort. Andy quickly went to work identifying what was to be one that day, going over a schedule chart that was printed on standard 6x8 printer paper. We had about 10 panels that the hospital used to illustrate various procedures and services that they wanted to advertise through photos. These panels were around 10x12 inches and we were given mocks which had stock photos that the art direction team had selected to be an aesthetic guideline for us. Andy pointed out that in some panels that the variety of light needed was only available during the day so informed the marketing team that some of the scheduled panels might have to be rearranged according to what the daylight was like.

The first panel was of a diabetes patient in bed receiving good new from 2 doctors about his health and well being. Andy went through the process of doing a test shot to arrange all the lights and elements in order to match closely with the sample panel we were given. We arranged a few flowers to be in the background of the hospital room, and closed a couple of shades so that they were all closed at an equal length. The lighting in the room was not sufficient and needed to be warmer, so from the large black bag he withdrew an extendable monopod that he attached his flash to at the top. He instructed me to hold, which I made up my mind looked like some futuristic battle staff, as close to the ceiling as possible so that the flash pointed towards the hospital bed where the diabetes patient would be laying in receiving the fantastic news. Holding up a staff with a flash unit at the end of it isn't any simple task either, it requires focus and strength (luckily of which I have an abundance of #sarcasm). I also think my long limbs aided in the task because it has to be as high to the ceiling as possible and out of the frame of the shot so I was perhaps, perfect for the task.

I was surprised how good Andy was at his job, quite efficient and very aware of what needed to be done under what time constraints. Also he is quite good with people and seems to be beloved almost everywhere we go, which I attribute to his good sense of humor and his jolly physique (he has one of the most impressive and respectable beer bellys I've ever seen). He set up his 17 inch macbook pro on a nearby desk and made some new folders labeled “diabetes test shoot” and within that folder “jpegs” and “raws” for the 2 different file formats his camera saves the photos in. He was not without his blunders though often forgetting to eject his memory card from his laptop and only finding that out when he tried to shoot the camera. But all in all you could tell that he's been doing this for 12 years and that he has fun doing so.

After we figured out the correct lighting needed and arranged everything properly we were ready for the models to come and complete the photo. The patient would be played I assumed was a doctor that worked at the hospital, and he nestled himself into the bed to play the receiver of good news diabetes patient. There was one female doctor and a rather primate-ish looking male doctor who recognized Andy and was surprised to see him, saying that he knew him as a drinker jokingly after Andy told him “this was his day job”. The photoshoot went underway as I held the light stick above the head of the patient lying in bed as make up guys passed me every few shots to adjust the hair of the woman doctor who was touching the patient's shoulder in a reassuring and pleasant manner. I often wondered in my head how tragic it would be if the flash fell off or I dropped the stick onto the doctor's face who was lying in bed and what the repercussions might be but I focused and made it through the pain and everything went fine. The shoot concluded with a few hand shakes and thank you's as the doctors exited as me and Andy looked at the shots on the computer and remarked about how well we did. Most of the photos were to be edited in photoshop anyways to make the lighting perfect and to make up for some of the things that could not be accomplished at the scene (ie: the light wasn't bright enough on the male doctor's face with the first flash arrangement so we had to take a second shot where I had to reposition the flash so that it properly illuminated his face. The two photos would then be cut together to create one perfect, well lit photograph.)

Our second job was a woman sitting all bye her lonesome on a hospital bed in a rather dreary state of affairs pondering her fate because she was to undergo some sort of surgery which I cannot remember the specific name of. We used the same room and bed for this shoot and we went through it with some ease. The model who was used seemed rather excited by the whole thing and I think that's a rather peculiar part of Philipino culture. They seem to have a particular fondness towards beauty and stardom and modeling and often joke and discuss it. Almost everything on TV is (extremely) dramatic soap operas involving love triangles and affairs and all the talk shows involve dancing and singing girls etc. It's really interesting to watch what transpires when you put a lens in front of someone.

This shoot required a new accessory, a Styrofoam board that Andy had his wife deliver around an hour after she dropped us off because he probably forgot it. The board was effective for reflecting so that it dampens and expands the area of where the light off the flash hits. After finishing that panel we made our way to another area of the hospital a few floors down where we were to take a photo of an old man before surgery on a rather large and expensive looking machine/bed situation. We had to enter the area with a set of robes and some sort of plastic sock type device which was too big to place over my entire shoe so I had to take it off and wear a pair of grey croc resembling shoes which I admit is the first time I have worn any of such footwear.

The premise of this panel was quite similar to the prior one (I think) in that he had was faced with some sort of embalyss and his fate was unsure, but in the same panel a text explains what the hospital could do in terms of treatment and that all would be well (I think). Again rather dreary and dark. We were introduced to our model, who was an actual patient who was rather perfect for the role. His face was already solemn looking, dark and leathery and eyes that drew you in to his (alleged pain and) unsureness. Hospitals are also a good place to take photos as there are whole lots of moving light devices that are used in surgery rooms that Andy rescourcefully maneuvered to serve as lighting fixtures for that panel.

After that I think we had lunch, which was rather forgettable like a lot of the meals I've had in the philipines, but I'm not one to be ungrateful for free food and I did get a banana and a iced tea. The next episode of our shoot was at something that described as the “Wellness Lounge” and upon arriving it reminded me of those VIP seating areas at airports. It had a desk in front (where I presume you show some sort of valid identification confirming that you have paid for access into the wellness lounge) and it led to a spacious area which immediately struck me as far too air conditioned for anybody's liking and I'm not sure how anyone could function in such a warmth deprived enviornment and it just made the whole point of wellness lounge ironic because I thought that half the people that were in the wellness lounge looked as if they would fall victim to pneumonia (mostly old folk) but it was lined with spacious couches and chairs and on the wall was a television playing something I can't distinctly remember. There was a table where you could pick up a number of different snacks, some cookies, and blueberry muffins were the ones that caught my eye. I asked one of the employees who worked for marketing who was assisting if I could take one and he said yes so I got up and placed a blueberry muffin in my had and consumed it. Dense and moist it was okay, not too many blueberries just some swirls of the berry on top. 

Andy and I had to set up both of the umbrellas in the lounge and we looked like complete idiots moving large reflective umbrellas around and re arranging interior decorations and centerpieces. This photo was to display a patient (which hapenned to be the same patient from the gloomy pre surgery panel) now casually and happily discussing his newfound good condition with 4 of his doctors in the lounge. When the doctors arrived a few of them seemed like they had to be somewhere else as one kept looing as his watch but we got a few shots of them on the couch engaged in fake discussion as I held the umbrella to direct the light on them. This took about 20 minutes and then we decided to do a shot of them in discussion but standing up which took about 3 minutes and that was one we decided on being the final shot, which was funny to me because it took about 30 minutes to set up and arrange for the shot of them sitting down on the couches but it only took a simple flash for the one which would actually be used, but I guess it's always better to have a wide variety to choose from which I think can be applied to a lot of other things.

We were getting through the panels pretty well, and our next one was a shot of some surgeons in front their robotic surgery device. We navigated through the now apparent enormous hospital, which seemed maze like and into an area where we had to don special sanitary garbs again. This time it was a set of green pants (that were way too big for me) and a shirt, a face mask and one of those things that cover your head so the hair doesn't fall everywhere and infect the entire hospital and then everyone dies. After arming ourselves with the finest in medical armor we entered the robotics area where we came across a cavernous room with several expensive looking devices with screens and other mechanical apparatus. Here are some photos. 






























The worlds most expensive strobe lights



































This thing that looks straight out of spiderman 2 where the doctor octopus get his robotic arms is not far from that. It is a robot that can perform a wide variety of surgeries and is controlled by a surgeon. The benefits of this device I am not too sure, but I hear it an function as 4 different arms and can perform thing much more precisely than a human surgeon and allows for things impossible to do with the human touch. This is fascinating to me and I'm really glad that humans have been smart enough over the last several decades to come up with modern devices like these and the cool thing it only gets better from here because technology builds upon itself and exponentially progresses. 

We shot the doctors in front of their machines, a lot of them were having a blast taking the pictures which was funny to watch some of more stiff doctors learn to relax and have a little bit of fun (but not too much fun Andy told me). Overall a fascinating and good experience in many different aspects. 

2 more panels remained as we went full circle and ended up back on the 12th floor as daylight was slowly fading. It was about 4:30 and as it took us a around an hour and a half to complete the remaining panels. I looked outside the window, and even behind Manila's terribly polluted skyline it was rather beautiful with hues of blue and orange shaded by the clouds. I observed all the people wandering about below, and the heavily trafficked lanes congested with cars and motorbikes all moving. Witnessing a city in motion from afar is quite interesting and I would imagine most would agree. 






























Anyways, as we wrapped up I thanked the members of the hospital who had aided us throughout the day and wished Andy a safe flight because he was going back to Bangkok for another photoshoot for Bounty (the detergent company). As Andy got into his car and drove away I waited for a free shuttle that I was informed would take me near a Nike store I was planning on going to anyways and it was only about 10 minutes away. I was looking for flyknits but the store didn't sell them in half sizes (I'm an 11.5) so I just went home. 

The end. 

Saturday, December 8, 2012

So last night I went to the casino to counter my current loneliness and boredom. I learned that you have to be 21 to gamble in the Philippines but if you lie about your age and your inability to produce a valid ID verifying that age and if you are 6'3 you will most likely find your way in. I also learned that progressive hold 'em is not regular texas hold 'em and it is a good way to lose your money to the casino.

And I don't know why I keep going to clubs because the music always sucks and I always just end up listening to my own music and feeling depressed because a) I am probably the coolest person in the room and no one knows, and b) the music is terrible and I always feel some sort of embarrassment for the people that don't have the capacity to know better or maybe they just don't have the time to develop some sort of preference that isn't dictated by their environment but I'm not sure if that statement makes any sense.

Anyways, I like learning new dance moves, some Indian fellow showed me a new one involving pressing your hands as if you were praying and incorporating some sort of body wiggle which seemed cool when I was drunk. Maybe it will be used in the future, maybe not, but it's always nice to have a wide variety of dance moves in your arsenal.

lonely life

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

IN A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY...

Growing up I would spend a lot of my time watching Star Wars Episode I on VHS at my mom's house. I remember religiously watching the movie, sticking it in the VHS rewinder (that seems so ancient now) and watching the movie again and repeating the process. I probably know every scene in and line in that movie and the order in which they are arranged.

 Recently I got idea that it would be cool to add a cloak to my wardrobe, and you know what, I'm going to order one when I get back to america damnit. And I'm going to wear it and feel fly as fuck everywhere I go. But besides that, my fondness for the entire universe George Lucas has created is absurd. I love everything about star wars, the characters, the conflict, the underlying philosophies and principals it represents and the feeling of nostalgia it gives me. Star Wars is truly one of the most timeless franchises.

 Star Wars fight scenes are among the top tier of all time movie fight scenes and just watching them make me feel like a child, when the world was something you could half live in and half create in your own mind.



Thursday, November 29, 2012

I'M AT THE FASHION PARTY

I recently met my step sister. She is 21 and a model for some agency in Manila and I was invited to hangout with her for some super crazy fashion show for a new mall. Apparently they broke a world record for "most models in a fashion show" or something along those lines by having 300 models of all sorts display the products and merchandise of the various clothing stores that inhabited the newfound emporium.

After about an hour of wandering through the mall, passing by all sorts of different people who definitely looked like they had something to do with something I think is called fashion, I met up with my sister and she took me behind a large holding area in the middle of the mall for all the living, breathing, manequins that would be walking in an hour or two. It was crowded to say the least, and cursed with a lack of seats for all the shuffling and moving bodies back and forth from stylings and make up and bathroom breaks and other stuff I would assume to being associated with the model lifestyle. 

There was this girl who was signed to the same agency as my sister and they chatted a bit after just meeting, stuff about "what's the pay" and other girly stuff I wasn't too keen on. I found myself a seat on a plastic table and did what I did best in situations where I'm surrounded by an abundance of strangers, immediately inserted my headphones and went straight to the djay app on my iphone and proceeded to turn up. 

I must make note of several observations that I made however, first how incredibly awkward the whole fashion and model scene is, at least to me. This is from someone who you could say, appreciates "fashion" and things of that nature but I believe it to be more of a byproduct of the value I put into things with good aesthetic execution. The whole concept of a bunch of people gathering to show off how "fashionable" they are and more importantly the fact that these people must consciously acknowledge what they're doing seems so cripplingly awkward. It just appears a kind of ironic and funny theatre in which the whole idea is to look cool but how cool can you really be by trying to look cool? 

Also the variety of models they had was insane, they had children, european models, asian models, exotic looking models, borderline (or just straight) anorexic looking models, gay guys, probably straight guys, and then straight guys (I would assume). Well they needed 300 so I suppose the amount of variety is not surprising and there definitely were some very beautiful ladiez in da house. 

And as I sat in the chair, I would sometimes stop listening music to read my new book (Oblivion by David Foster Wallace a book of short stories) and I was unpleasantly close to these guys that had come to sit next to me. I was informed that they were male models form the same agency my sister is in. They were styled horrendously, I recall a sweater and a collared shirt with some rolled up pants and some retarded colored loafers that I had no idea why people still think are cool. 

DU WEARING LOAFERS?

Anywho, about after an hour and a half, most of the chairs in the holding zone had been cleared as most of the models had made their way to the main stage to part take in the record breaking event, it was finally my sister and her stores turn to walk, so they made their way to the stage as I followed. It was outside of the mall in some sort of a gated surrounded by tons of people trying to get a glimpse into the exclusive fashion scene of Manila which looked like this.

What happened after was probably the most unintentionally funny thing I've seen in a while. Amongst the fervor of people strutting on stage (showing off all sorts of clothes, sportswear, menswear, womenswear, childrenswear, hip hop ware, and douchebag ware)  the people who organized this event thought it would be a good idea hire a singer who proceeded to do acoustic songs as well as really below average pop songs and I didn't know his name nor did I care to but he seemed like he was doing his thing and enjoying it. Watching the outfits and models (some of whom obviously were doing the first time in their lives) was hysterical  and just thinking about what others think about as being stylish and of good taste is frustrating and comical. I don't say that condescendingly but just as a point to think about when it comes to different cultures and styles of thinking and how it changes how you behave. I mean the same things I thought were terrible are the same things others behold to be relevant and stylish. This is often something I seem to be dealing with but I'll perhaps write about it another time. 

Wednesday, November 28, 2012



Last night I had dinner with my dad and a friend of his and his wife at a chinese restaurant known for their use of utilizing the hand pulled style of noodle making at a mall. I should provide some back story I suppose. My dad is quite an interesting character, having been born in Beijing but moving to Taiwan when he was 3, then moving to California when he was about 13 and then going on to graduate from Cornell and then to joining the army. What is interesting for me to observe is his strong bond with his Chinese heritage. I haven't lived with my dad in about 3 or 4 years so watching him speak chinese reminded me just how he loves and feels chinese culture is a part of him.

Just seeing him articulate things in chinese you can tell he is content, the hand motions the passion in which it is spoken in is something I perhaps have missed or have forgotten. The Chinese culture is quite fascinating too, in that it's very traditional and rooted in long standing beliefs and principals. It is a culture that values honor and manners and serving tea to everyone before yourself and paying for the bill and things of that nature. The language itself is also very traditional, being written in characters and is incredibly elegant I would say. Sometimes I can imagine being transported back to a setting not too different from movies such as Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon and so on.

The reason I am typing all this is because I am supposed to be going to Taiwan next month, only having been there once before maybe when I was about 6 or so. I still have some vivid memories of spending a summer there, including raising an abandoned duckling for a few days until it died mysteriously while I was taking a nap in the afternoon, and getting attacked by wasps who located a nest conveniently next to our window.

The video above is something is a mini series being done on vice hosted by chef and writer Eddie Huang as he visits Taiwan. In this concluding episode he is shown with his dad as they eat a meal and visit the ashes of his grandfather (respect for the dead is quite significant in chinese culture). I quite envy the relationship between Eddie and his father and the comfort that exists between them. It's quite enjoyable to watch.

I think I'm just writing this as all this stuff seems relevant in my head, and hopefully I'll get in touch with the chinese side of me when visiting Taiwan and maybe even re learn to speak mandarin which I learned as a kid growing up.

Monday, November 26, 2012

FOOD VIBES



I'm a big fan of vice and a lot of the video series that they put out. I'm also a big fan of all things food and culinary and for a while now I've had the idea, if everything hit the fan and I had to drop off the face of the earth I would travel europe learning how to cook and work in restaurants. Maybe the answer to this culinary gene stems from my upbringing in a restaurant environment that my dad owned in San Francisco embarcadero financial district. I remember wandering around the kitchen stealing food and making my own little creations out of the ingredients they had (Throw away focaccia crusts with pesto mayo and cucumbers plus freshly made croutons before they were baked were amongst my favorites).

So growing up I was always watching the Food Network in it's prime, I'm talking the original Japanese Iron Chef and Emril Legasse and Alton Brown. Anthony Bourdain has become somewhat of an inspiration and just an individual I admire in terms of philosophy and humor . I have yet to read his book but I've heard him talk about and it just sounds like fun. Joining a restaurant was for the misfits and for people that couldn't get work anywhere else.

Cooking is also such a invaluable tool in terms of living a balanced and enhanced lifestyle, I think the ability to cook someone a good meal with any sort of ingredients just because you know how to cook is a nice thing and I can't count the number of good meals I've had from people. So one day I'd like to maybe find work at a restaurant, maybe start some sort of culinary micro portable food station, and learn how to prepare tasty items of sustenance.

In the video above is a couple of restaurant owners in brooklyn showing you their daily routine which to me seems very noble. Working to feed others good food and enjoying yourself at night with the good food of others just seems like such a vibe to me.


Thursday, November 22, 2012

THANKSGIVING

In the spirit of the holiday and in attempt to become relevant here is a list of things I am thankful for in no particular order. Traveling the world has put things into interesting context.
  • Running water
  • WiFi
  • The internet in general
  • Hot water
  • Electricity
  • Soft bedding
  • Friends & Family (duh)
  • Having a place to call home
  • Air conditioning 
  • Hospitals
I hope you all have good holidays.