exhibitionism in LA
still ill
don't really enjoy some broken sleep and early helicopter fly-by's finish it.
suit up for an early departure down sunset, to a studio overlooking the HOLLYWOOD sign.
manage a quick sykpe with mrs.perou and sons before leaving.
video phones were just an idea when i was a kid: now they're standard for mine.
i love being able to see my family, back at the farm when i'm away.
of course, the first thing i hear when i connect is maximum and z screaming at each other.
adrenaline gets me through a short shoot with dennis quaid
dennis has a wide, professional smile.
it's hard to know if he's genuinely amused or if he's just humouring me.
i guess the latter.
apres shoot and with the adrenaline gone, i return to the beverly hills hideaway to sleep the rest of the afternoon.
dinner with ms.samantha bentley (star of my recent station magazine story) and b-ill at sohohouse LA.
it is strangely empty in soho house.
but we are seated next to a table of british folk, which include a recognisably famous (in the 80's?) tv actor who is talking loudly about his epic career and personal greatness.
i am willing samantha to overpower this man's annoying voice with her tales of life as a young porn star starting out in LA.
but she is a softly spoken lady.
quite unusually frank, quiet dinner conversations were had.
very illuminating and amusing.
the complimentary photo-booth was utilised on our way out.
seems ms.bentley cannot keep her clothes on, in front of ANY cameras.
left some versions of this image amongst the corridors of pictures of other sohohouse inhabitants.
wonder how long they'll stay up for?
we did not get thrown out of sohohouse.
but did laugh a LOT.
pornstars and midegts: the perfect entourage.
(not that b-ill is a midget)
bed by midnight, feeling more human than i have for a while.
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