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