Yesterday a big photo crew came over to my house and took pix: for the album cover of my upcoming Golden Delicious, for press shots, and pix of me and bass player Scrap for our Fall tour, The Question Jar Show
Above and below: the most esteemed world-renowned Jim Wright, photographer.
Emily, art director and all around benificent presence.
On the left, Nicole, the stylist (buyer and sorter of clothing). On the right, photo assistant Natalie.
Nicole is the superawesomest. There is a thing in photoshoot styling I call Shiny-Shirt Syndrome. The band dude stands there in the shot, wearing a shiny shirt that he’d never wear in his actual life. Nicole has the superpower ability to find clothes that actually look like I would wear them in life. I have met very, very few stylists that do that, and make one look chic to boot.
Above: makeup artist Elisa. She made the zits on my chin magically disappear. She is possessed of a charming Texan presence, being a Dallas girl, is a yogini, and is just about the cutest, sexiest woman that ever walked the Earth. Which made her leaning close to my face to erase my zits a heart-pounding experience.
Andy Adelewitz, aka Mike Doughty H.Q. Manager. Paragon of fortitude. He took most of these pix–pictures of me getting my picture taken.
Scrap. His government name: Andrew Howard Livingston. His aliases: Scriggs, Scrill, Scrackalacka. His role: bass player, chaplain.
There was a couple taking wedding pictures as we shot in Prospect Park.
We shot some at Bar Toto, on 6th Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
Above: me pretending to write for the photo. Below: what I was actually writing.
Everybody came back to my apartment and went through Polaroids.