October 23, 2009
Last night I went to a gallery opening for Jim Marshall’s photography. I had to meet one of my authors there and she also works with Jim so that was designated the meeting spot to pass off the manuscript. And let me be honest. I was tired, cranky, in a mood and had a cold coming on and the LAST thing on earth I wanted to do was hobnob with “important” people in Soho. But I also didn’t really know the scope of Jim Marshall’s work. Like the iconic image above of Johnny Cash flipping the bird - awesome. He also had some shots of a very young Mick Jagger that made it crystal clear why he was sleeping with everything that moved. HAWT. HAWT would also apply to the temperature at the event. I was sweating balls. I love saying that. Anyhoo, I ended up out on the sidewalk hanging with Jim himself who was also overheating and complaining. The man says the word “fuck” more than me…now that’s impressive!

Last night I went to a gallery opening for Jim Marshall’s photography. I had to meet one of my authors there and she also works with Jim so that was designated the meeting spot to pass off the manuscript.

And let me be honest. I was tired, cranky, in a mood and had a cold coming on and the LAST thing on earth I wanted to do was hobnob with “important” people in Soho.

But I also didn’t really know the scope of Jim Marshall’s work. Like the iconic image above of Johnny Cash flipping the bird - awesome. He also had some shots of a very young Mick Jagger that made it crystal clear why he was sleeping with everything that moved. HAWT.

HAWT would also apply to the temperature at the event. I was sweating balls. I love saying that. Anyhoo, I ended up out on the sidewalk hanging with Jim himself who was also overheating and complaining. The man says the word “fuck” more than me…now that’s impressive!

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