98. It Was My Art

I’ve always been the artist type. I mean you either are or you aren’t, it’s that simple.

Maybe it’s that right brain left handed type of thing that they talk about, and I guess

I believe that, and I am a lefty by the way. I’ve always loved visual things, like when

I moved into my apartment here on the gulf of Thailand last year, and the day I

moved in, I painted it a deep blue, went outside and picked up some of these big

objects that fell off of a palm tree that were laying on the ground, and cleaned them

up, and decorated them with some other objects, and hung them up on my wall

and I called it God art. I used to oil paint when I was a kid, and in fact I’ve included

a few of my self-portraits that I painted when I was in my teens and that was art. I

was in Paris when Christo was wrapping Pont Neuf in satin back in 1985 or so, and

that was art. He did it for fun and to create some unique and wonderful art. He was

inspired, and I can tell you that I skated by Pont Neuf in Paris every single day

while that bridge was being wrapped, and it was amazing and I was lucky to have

witnessed that. It was certainly one of a kind art, and so what if it was to be torn

down in just a few weeks. What does that have to do with the art that they created.

Zero. I mean when it was all finished, I read that 3,000,000 people saw the finished

work of art, and since there were probably millions of pictures taken of it, even

though it was taken down as an art piece, those images will live on, so I think no

biggie. I mean Christo and Jeanne Claude didn’t mind the fact that the stuff came

down and that’s most likely because they were getting their kicks out of the actual

wrapping of it and being able to view it’s progress as they went along. I mean,

compared to me, they had it made. In my case, I was unwrapping my object, and

when the clothes started to come off, you could see her beautiful long smooth tan

legs that went all the way up to her sexual organ and beautiful behind, and as she

moved her beautiful tan smooth body into different positions, it was so sexy and

hot and a turn on. Eventually that object would be totally unwrapped, and she

would look at me with her eyes as I’m firing away with my trusty camera, and then

she’d surprise me and lay down and lift up her sexual organ and open it up with

her two hands, and look at me and I might take that look to be do you like it? Do

you like me? Am I really that sexy and hot and cute? And then she get on her hands

and knees and faces away from me, and I would shoot her in her doggie style pose,

and she’d start to move her body as if she was having sex, turning her head back to

glance into my eyes, and for around five hours or so we would create these photos

which I would end up sending to Los Angeles to Larry Flynt’s building on Wilshire

Blvd., and he would pay me $3000 for all of that creative fun that I had that day.

And sometimes, that model would want me to touch her during the shoot and I

would, and then we would sometimes make love right there on the set in the middle

of the shoot because it just couldn’t be helped. I too was working with wrapping,

but in my case, it was unwrapping. OK, now you can see the similarities of Christo

and Pont Neuf and Brad and a sexy Thai girl in that material was being moved

around, one covering up a huge piece of steel, and the other uncovering a sexy tan

smooth skinned, long legged Asian beauty with a sex thing between her legs that is

just sitting there nearly causing havoc just because it’s sitting there unwrapped.

Now here’s where Christo had it better than I did. While he was creating his art by

wrapping that old bridge in Paris, he got to see it’s progress, and in fact got to see

it finished and even get to live with his art for a few weeks I guess it was. In my

case, and what makes my story interesting and unique, is that once the model and

I got done with our creation, I processed the slides and mailed them off and that

was that. I literally never saw my work in the magazines because as I’ve said before,

I was here in Thailand and the magazines were in Los Angeles and New York and

Hong Kong, and I never really gave a rats ass, so I never pursued getting my hands

on one of those magazines so that I could see my work. I just didn’t give a damn. I

mean I shot the stuff and they bought it, and that was good enough for me, and

there was also a fringe benefit by not ever seeing my work in a magazine, and that

the fact that had I seen the stuff, I certainly would have wasted a lot of time thinking

what a legend that I was becoming, so no accolades was better. You know in Hong

Kong when I had all that success in modelling and acting, I never saw myself in

those ads or movies or commercials, because I never pursued it. I didn’t give a rats

ass. Other people saw my stuff though like that guy in the whore house in Mongkok

that time that came into my room by mistake and looked at me in amazement and

said, “Hey, you’re the guy in that commercial!” and I said yeah, how ya doin? I was

waiting for my girl, who ended up being totally hot. But I never saw my work, and

I never realized that unusual fact until I uncovered it or discovered it if you will in

the putting together of this book. Now maybe it was a good thing that I never saw

my work in print. I mean, here I was living in Thailand shooting the most beautiful

girls in the world which was illegal by the way, and the work was good enough to

land on the covers of Asian Fever and Barely Legal which are Flynt magazines, and

also Oriental Dolls and Hong Kong Penthouse, so I knew my work was good

enough, but not until now did I realize how what I consider GREAT my work was

or sometimes was maybe. I’ve been going through the stuff for this book, the

images of all 100 girls, and some of the stuff blows me away. Well, anyway, at least

I eventually got to see it, and maybe it was better this way anyway, because had I

been living in the US while doing this, I’d probably have been chasing down those

magazines and buying all of the issues so that I could brag about it some crappy

thing like that. If I was at one time the most prolific photographer of naked Asian

girls in the world shooting over 100 girls and 180 photosets, with my work

appearing on the covers of some pretty prestigious magazines, you would think

that if you Googled my name, it would mention something about this shooting

naked girls in Thailand career of mine, but I literally don’t exist, and don’t get my

wrong, I’m not complaining or anything, because accolades and awards and

recognition never did me any good, so better that I’m totally unknown. Hey, twenty

years later and I’m having the time of my life as I put this book together. My big

problem is, to show my best work, I have to show the real x-rated stuff with the

dildos and the model playing with herself in some weird position because that stuff

is bar none, the cream of the crop and the better stuff, but that’s just my opinion.

You know, one time I was having breakfast at a Holiday Inn here in Pattaya

Thailand with my Dutch friend, Soren, a guy who bailed me out of jail one time at

4 am, and I had been in there for a small amount of drugs, and he came up with

800 USD at 4 am and didn’t bat an eye, so that’s Soren. Anyway, he’s about 65 or

70 years old, and we got into a conversation about whether what I was doing was

art, because for some reason, he thought that just clicking a button on a camera

and capturing something just sitting there, didn’t qualify to be art. I didn’t argue

with him because I’ve learned not to talk about this book that I’m creating to

anyone except my father, the true intellectual who graduated at the top of class at

Columbia University in New York, so I read chapters to him and he always says,

excellent, not a work too many and don’t change a thing. But anyway, does it matter

what is classified as art and what isn’t? I couldn’t care less. The stuff that the

models and I were creating together sure as hell was art and boy was that art fun.

OK, enjoy our art and even though these were shot over twenty years ago, what’s

the difference, you can still enjoy it and maybe even get off on it. This is the non-x

rated book, so the goodies are covered up thank you. Anyway, check out our art,

the models’ and mine, and you know what, I probably should have said nothing,

and just let you see the shots, but you know me, I can’t keep that big mouth of mine

shut, nor those fingers of mine, off the keyboard.