Los Angeles, California.
Another night, midnight looms and I have not created anything. Ted Nash and I have just left a post-concert hang along with others (student musicians lovingly and earnestly playing jazz), so I know he's up. I call him and ask if he wants to join me in the lobby so we can interview someone, videotape something, anything to make the creation deadline. Ted is a natural cinematographer; we convene downstairs. The lobby is filled with overdressed and underdressed Angelenos parading into the hotel's nightclub. Ted and I are rejected as we're not on the list, so we sneak into a side door. Men are dressed as animals, Paris Hilton is dressed as herself, and with a deftly positioned camera, Ted caught it all. More decadent than the demure settings we're usually in, but interesting in small, small doses.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCUg8Aca2Y4
Another night, midnight looms and I have not created anything. Ted Nash and I have just left a post-concert hang along with others (student musicians lovingly and earnestly playing jazz), so I know he's up. I call him and ask if he wants to join me in the lobby so we can interview someone, videotape something, anything to make the creation deadline. Ted is a natural cinematographer; we convene downstairs. The lobby is filled with overdressed and underdressed Angelenos parading into the hotel's nightclub. Ted and I are rejected as we're not on the list, so we sneak into a side door. Men are dressed as animals, Paris Hilton is dressed as herself, and with a deftly positioned camera, Ted caught it all. More decadent than the demure settings we're usually in, but interesting in small, small doses.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCUg8Aca2Y4
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