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Windy Bitchfest- Tabitha and I were in the middle of a dry lake bed a few days ago and once again “Ni chi” (the wind) as the Navajo would say made an appearance. The weather forcast was for calm and no winds so we’d planned a particularly difficult costume for Tabitha to wear which basically hangs around her shoulder with no straps. It’s like an animal skin bikini top without the tie downs to keep it over her breasts. With a little wind we had no hope of keeping this tiny piece of fabric over her chest and normally it wouldn’t be an issue as we’d just shoot a series of nudes or semi-nudes for her website but in this case the plan was to produce a sexy video for YouTube, BlipTV and Vimeo which of course required Tabitha to keep her clothes on.
I, like many cinematographers and photographers who shoot in the great outdoors often have a very special relationship with the wind… it goes something like this, ” Of for God’s sakes are you kidding me… not today… please not today.” Then as the winds grow in intensity, “Damn you! Damn you unholy winds!” This while shaking our arms with frustration at the Heavens above as if anything up there really gives a damn.
I once had my entire set (an Indian Burial Ground) blow up and over into a 1000 foot canyon near Lee’s Ferry on the Colorado Plateau thanks to my good pal the Wind. I lost about $10,000 that day. I wasn’t happy. My good friend Willy Whitefeather (a Cherokee Medicine Man) was with us and he tried to calm me down with,” Gary… you are so blessed… this is a message… don’t blow your top.” I wasn’t amused. Now a few years older I would have laughed right along side Willy, but not then, not as a very intense 26 year old.
So Tabitha and I waited and waited, and it only grew stronger, savage, untamed, that wicked little shit that targeted me, yes me, of all the Universe “I” was the one being violated, teased and taunted by this unholy wretch of the natural world! Okay maybe it was just the wind doing its thing and I had nothing to do with it. I am after all just another ant on a ball of densely packed atoms spinning around a really big hot ball in the sky.
So Tabitha and I decided to do a Podcast while sheltered behind the Landrover which turned into something of a bitchfest.
I’m apologizing in advance as I was in good spirits but I did rant a little at some past events when recounting things such as; Models that fake injuries for attention, white crab spiders crawling on Tabitha’s skin, Man Boobs and crappy Film Producers that starve their talent and literally kill their crew with 18 hour days!
I took this photo of Tabitha on this same dry lake bed abut a month ago. For those interested in hearing Tabitha’s Podcast and my RANT it’s at:
Good Thoughts- Gary Orona
