Right now I am spaced out from the 13 hour joyride to Louisiana; a foreshadowing of the up coming blog, which will be posted either after I understand the actual events that occurred within the last 60 hours or I finally digest the "BABY SHRIMP BUSTER"
Whichever comes first.
So the first round of silliness all started when RYGAR (seen pictured here) called me on a Wednesday morning to work with a shoot involving a private jet. I thought it was "SOMEONE" crying about the bailouts, but that was not the case.
Both Ryan and I thought we could squeeze this in a two hour slot between our afternoon and evening classes, but that was obviously not the case.
The case was that two dudes were going to be there with three girls (logistical mathematically) and there was going to be more than enough modes of transportation for them. We're talking a Porsche, a plane (complete with pilot), and four Harley's thanks to the Harley dealer.
Very early on it became clear that the mass amount of "BLING" would and could not fit on a babyass 35mm frame without either a tax evasion lawsuit or 50 cent showing up. And who really wants to pose a man that speaks with mumbles and gun shots in EVERY song?
Not I.
The actual photos went well even though the wind was blowing at a seriously obscene velocity. We realized that lights wouldn't be a part of the shindig after seeing how much gale was ripping through the airport, and thankfully the clouds were nice enough to give us a variation of a few conditions.
"So can we get the plane a little over to the left?"
Wiping with a hundred dollar bill is NOT as good as toilet paper. :(
Extra gem 50 cent "EATING" a gun. Sorry it is small.
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