KID CUDI IN SOHO.

sometimes as a photographer you gotta throw hail mary's when you are absolutely stumped on what to do with a celeb/model/obama/whatever and you've got a bunch of people with blackberries and iphones stairing at you for guidence inbetween twittering and voicing complaints about their pants hurting them on facebook.

well........... you atleast just have to look like you know what the hell you are doing even if you are completely lost at sea.

this past summer i showed up to shoot kid cudi in one of the worst moods i can remember being in for some time.  it was that type of bad mood where you can justify kicking a dog in the head or cutting an old lady in the coffee line.

i can't really remember why i was so bummed but i was in the dumps.  possibly just my time of the month, i don't know.

its a toughy when everyone shows up for a shoot with smiles for a fun old time and you are looking to stab someone in the eye socket with the heel of your sneaker.

anyhow. cudi showed up with his people. he was a real easy going dude.  we ripped through a bunch of rolls in the nylon office. while shooting i was sure the photos would be pretty hurtin'. 
i was even stammering and having trouble making small talk. 

"cudi, its not you its me." i was saying in my head. so i stopped shooting.  no one really seemed to notice that i was pretty over it so i figured let us take to the outdoors of douchy soho.
atleast there'd be some background noise.

after stairing off into space for a few minutes because apparently my brain was on strike i turned to cudi and said "so you wanna eat a pretzel and take pictures?"

he said "sure"

we annoyed the piss out of the guy running the cart. i bought cudi a pretzel. the cartmiester must have reached deep deep down into the sub chamber of stale jaw breaking cinderblock door jam
pretzels.  cudi took a bite and belted out something like "good lord this thing is hard as a rock!" then muttered something like "ehhh fuck it"

i was pretty sure these photos would suck too. and i didnt even really look at them until just now (months later) but im actually entertained in hindsite.  cudi was a real playful dude and ate nearly the whole damn pretzel.

it was a petrified sponge with rock salt glued to it.

something about doing stuff when you think you are at rock bottom always leaves you better off then when you started your day.



















cudi soho 2009