Hello,
Check out a free preview of today's vicious catfight between me & Jewell Marceau at my catfight preview site www.Headlock.us !
-- XXOO Tanya
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
CATERWAULING STRIPPERS in the Playhouse!!
Jewell and I dance at the same club. The other night we were both in the dressing room area taking a cigarette break. She began whining about what a bad night she was having but I was not inclined to give her any sympathy. Why should I? I'd been having a GREAT night and the next best thing to the money was being able to lord it over all the other girls. I counted my bills as she was telling me her tale of woe and then I sat there fanning my face with my wad as she stared dejectedly at the industrial carpet. She actually didn't seem as demoralized as possible so I waved a single dollar bill at her and laughingly told her that I'd donate it to her if she "worked for it." That pissed her off and she called me a "slut." What an overused word. I rolled my eyes and prepared to leave the room when she tried to grab the wad of money out of my hand! I hadn't seen such a money-grubbing, desperate stripper since I left the Spearmint Rhino in London! Then, get this, she started ripping the bills in half and informed me that she was too good to "slut around" for dollar bills in the lap dance booths like me and she could think of a few ways to split my legs open even wider than they usually were!
Things quickly degenerated into one of the nastiest, no-holds-barred melees that I've ever experienced. Check inside my Playhouse to see the carnage..
There's also a 100% FREE photo preview of this and other battles at www.headlock.us !
-- XXOO Tanya
Jewell and I dance at the same club. The other night we were both in the dressing room area taking a cigarette break. She began whining about what a bad night she was having but I was not inclined to give her any sympathy. Why should I? I'd been having a GREAT night and the next best thing to the money was being able to lord it over all the other girls. I counted my bills as she was telling me her tale of woe and then I sat there fanning my face with my wad as she stared dejectedly at the industrial carpet. She actually didn't seem as demoralized as possible so I waved a single dollar bill at her and laughingly told her that I'd donate it to her if she "worked for it." That pissed her off and she called me a "slut." What an overused word. I rolled my eyes and prepared to leave the room when she tried to grab the wad of money out of my hand! I hadn't seen such a money-grubbing, desperate stripper since I left the Spearmint Rhino in London! Then, get this, she started ripping the bills in half and informed me that she was too good to "slut around" for dollar bills in the lap dance booths like me and she could think of a few ways to split my legs open even wider than they usually were!
Things quickly degenerated into one of the nastiest, no-holds-barred melees that I've ever experienced. Check inside my Playhouse to see the carnage..
There's also a 100% FREE photo preview of this and other battles at www.headlock.us !
-- XXOO Tanya
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Everybody thinks the waitress outfits at Hooters are sexy. Personally, I get sick of wearing the gigantic orange pantaloon shorts and I didn't appreciate Jasae talking shit about them the other day either. She works at one of those trendy little "60's" -themed diners and she needs to shut the fuck up. She unzips her uniform dress so low that her tits are practically rubbing against the bacon and eggs she's serving. When I pointed THAT out to her she told me to take a spicy buffalo wing and shove it up my ass.
Enough of the profanity-laced diatribe: suffice it to say that tensions run high in the diner business. Just go inside my Playhouse and look at today's update to see Jasae and me REALLY going off on each other!
-- XXOO Tanya
P.S. Come see a 100% FREE preview of our grease-fueled rage at www.ultimateindignity.com !
Enough of the profanity-laced diatribe: suffice it to say that tensions run high in the diner business. Just go inside my Playhouse and look at today's update to see Jasae and me REALLY going off on each other!
-- XXOO Tanya
P.S. Come see a 100% FREE preview of our grease-fueled rage at www.ultimateindignity.com !
Friday, January 28, 2005
When I was in highschool there was a creepy janitor named Tom Thomas or Pete Peters or something. He lived on the campus in a shed behind the gym. Over the years I've run into other people with names like Rob Roberts, Steven Stevens, etc. Why do their parents do that to them?
One night Mackenzie Mack was making more money than I was at the club we dance at. She's thin, toned, and pretty and has big tits. I felt positive that she was preventing me from having a profitable evening because she looked better than I did. She was getting lap dances left and right and guys were throwing tons of money at her every time she went on stage. I had to do something to piss her off and make her as miserable as I was. I couldn't think of anything else to insult her about so I asked her if she had come up her redundant stage name just to align herself with the ranks of white trash everywhere. She grabbed me really fucking hard by my hair and the battle was on..
The ensuing melee was photographed for posterity and is now inside my Playhouse.
* There's also a FREE photo preview of this gritty brawl at my
100% FREE catfight preview site www.UltimateIndignity.com !
-- XXOO Tanya
One night Mackenzie Mack was making more money than I was at the club we dance at. She's thin, toned, and pretty and has big tits. I felt positive that she was preventing me from having a profitable evening because she looked better than I did. She was getting lap dances left and right and guys were throwing tons of money at her every time she went on stage. I had to do something to piss her off and make her as miserable as I was. I couldn't think of anything else to insult her about so I asked her if she had come up her redundant stage name just to align herself with the ranks of white trash everywhere. She grabbed me really fucking hard by my hair and the battle was on..
The ensuing melee was photographed for posterity and is now inside my Playhouse.
* There's also a FREE photo preview of this gritty brawl at my
100% FREE catfight preview site www.UltimateIndignity.com !
-- XXOO Tanya
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Good morning,
The below essay is one of the first things I saw online this morning. It was of particular interest to me because it was written by a veteran and I do feel that those who have served our country have a very important perspective on war since they have firsthand experience of it.
I'm very supportive of our troops and am deeply grateful for their bravery and willingness to fight for our country, but I don't believe they should still be risking their lives in Iraq. It makes me a little queasy to say that because many of our troops must be affected of the anti-war sentiment at home. Still, I love our troops and just wish they could come home.
The following article is reprinted from www.bruderhof.com :
Support Our Troops: Bring Them Home
Howard Zinn
We must withdraw our military from Iraq, the sooner the better. The reason is simple: Our presence there is a disaster for the American people and an even bigger disaster for the Iraqi people.
It is a strange logic to declare, as so many in Washington do, that it was wrong for us to invade Iraq but right for us to remain. A recent New York Times editorial sums up the situation accurately: ``Some 21 months after the American invasion, United States military forces remain essentially alone in battling what seems to be a growing insurgency, with no clear prospect of decisive success any time in the foreseeable future.''
And then, in an extraordinary non sequitur: ``Given the lack of other countries willing to put up their hands as volunteers, the only answer seems to be more American troops, and not just through the spring, as currently planned. . . . Forces need to be expanded through stepped-up recruitment.''
Here is the flawed logic: We are alone in the world in this invasion. The insurgency is growing. There is no visible prospect of success. Therefore, let's send more troops? The definition of fanaticism is that when you discover that you are going in the wrong direction, you redouble your speed.
In all of this, there is an unexamined premise: that military victory would constitute ``success.''
Conceivably, the United States, possessed of enormous weaponry, might finally crush the resistance in Iraq. The cost would be great. Already, tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, have lost their lives (and we must not differentiate between ''their'' casualties and ''ours'' if we believe that all human beings have an equal right to life.) Would that be a ``success''?
In 1967, the same arguments that we are hearing now were being made against withdrawal in Vietnam. The United States did not pull out its troops for six more years. During that time, the war killed at least one million more Vietnamese and perhaps 30,000 U.S. military personnel.
We must stay in Iraq, it is said again and again, so that we can bring stability and democracy to that country. Isn't it clear that after almost two years of war and occupation we have brought only chaos, violence and death to that country, and not any recognizable democracy?
Can democracy be nurtured by destroying cities, by bombing, by driving people from their homes?
There is no certainty as to what would happen in our absence. But there is absolute certainty about the result of our presence -- escalating deaths on both sides.
The loss of life among Iraqi civilians is especially startling. The British medical journal Lancet reports that 100,000 civilians have died as a result of the war, many of them children. The casualty toll on the American side includes more than 1,350 deaths and thousands of maimed soldiers, some losing limbs, others blinded. And tens of thousands more are facing psychological damage in the aftermath.
Have we learned nothing from the history of imperial occupations, all pretending to help the people being occupied?
The United States, the latest of the great empires, is perhaps the most self-deluded, having forgotten that history, including our own: our 50-year occupation of the Philippines, or our long occupation of Haiti (1915-1934) or of the Dominican Republic (1916-1924), our military intervention in Southeast Asia and our repeated interventions in Nicaragua, El Salvador and Guatemala.
Our military presence in Iraq is making us less safe, not more so. It is inflaming people in the Middle East, and thereby magnifying the danger of terrorism. Far from fighting ''there rather than here,'' as the President has claimed, the occupation increases the chance that enraged infiltrators will strike us here at home.
In leaving, we can improve the odds of peace and stability by encouraging an international team of negotiators, largely Arab, to mediate among the Sunnis, Shiites and Kurds and work out a federalist compromise to give some autonomy to each group. We must not underestimate the capacity of the Iraqis, once free of both Saddam Hussein and the U.S. occupying army, to forge their own future.
But the first step is to support our troops in the only way that word support can have real meaning -- by saving their lives, their limbs, their sanity. By bringing them home.
The below essay is one of the first things I saw online this morning. It was of particular interest to me because it was written by a veteran and I do feel that those who have served our country have a very important perspective on war since they have firsthand experience of it.
I'm very supportive of our troops and am deeply grateful for their bravery and willingness to fight for our country, but I don't believe they should still be risking their lives in Iraq. It makes me a little queasy to say that because many of our troops must be affected of the anti-war sentiment at home. Still, I love our troops and just wish they could come home.
The following article is reprinted from www.bruderhof.com :
Support Our Troops: Bring Them Home
Howard Zinn
We must withdraw our military from Iraq, the sooner the better. The reason is simple: Our presence there is a disaster for the American people and an even bigger disaster for the Iraqi people.
It is a strange logic to declare, as so many in Washington do, that it was wrong for us to invade Iraq but right for us to remain. A recent New York Times editorial sums up the situation accurately: ``Some 21 months after the American invasion, United States military forces remain essentially alone in battling what seems to be a growing insurgency, with no clear prospect of decisive success any time in the foreseeable future.''
And then, in an extraordinary non sequitur: ``Given the lack of other countries willing to put up their hands as volunteers, the only answer seems to be more American troops, and not just through the spring, as currently planned. . . . Forces need to be expanded through stepped-up recruitment.''
Here is the flawed logic: We are alone in the world in this invasion. The insurgency is growing. There is no visible prospect of success. Therefore, let's send more troops? The definition of fanaticism is that when you discover that you are going in the wrong direction, you redouble your speed.
In all of this, there is an unexamined premise: that military victory would constitute ``success.''
Conceivably, the United States, possessed of enormous weaponry, might finally crush the resistance in Iraq. The cost would be great. Already, tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, have lost their lives (and we must not differentiate between ''their'' casualties and ''ours'' if we believe that all human beings have an equal right to life.) Would that be a ``success''?
In 1967, the same arguments that we are hearing now were being made against withdrawal in Vietnam. The United States did not pull out its troops for six more years. During that time, the war killed at least one million more Vietnamese and perhaps 30,000 U.S. military personnel.
We must stay in Iraq, it is said again and again, so that we can bring stability and democracy to that country. Isn't it clear that after almost two years of war and occupation we have brought only chaos, violence and death to that country, and not any recognizable democracy?
Can democracy be nurtured by destroying cities, by bombing, by driving people from their homes?
There is no certainty as to what would happen in our absence. But there is absolute certainty about the result of our presence -- escalating deaths on both sides.
The loss of life among Iraqi civilians is especially startling. The British medical journal Lancet reports that 100,000 civilians have died as a result of the war, many of them children. The casualty toll on the American side includes more than 1,350 deaths and thousands of maimed soldiers, some losing limbs, others blinded. And tens of thousands more are facing psychological damage in the aftermath.
Have we learned nothing from the history of imperial occupations, all pretending to help the people being occupied?
The United States, the latest of the great empires, is perhaps the most self-deluded, having forgotten that history, including our own: our 50-year occupation of the Philippines, or our long occupation of Haiti (1915-1934) or of the Dominican Republic (1916-1924), our military intervention in Southeast Asia and our repeated interventions in Nicaragua, El Salvador and Guatemala.
Our military presence in Iraq is making us less safe, not more so. It is inflaming people in the Middle East, and thereby magnifying the danger of terrorism. Far from fighting ''there rather than here,'' as the President has claimed, the occupation increases the chance that enraged infiltrators will strike us here at home.
In leaving, we can improve the odds of peace and stability by encouraging an international team of negotiators, largely Arab, to mediate among the Sunnis, Shiites and Kurds and work out a federalist compromise to give some autonomy to each group. We must not underestimate the capacity of the Iraqis, once free of both Saddam Hussein and the U.S. occupying army, to forge their own future.
But the first step is to support our troops in the only way that word support can have real meaning -- by saving their lives, their limbs, their sanity. By bringing them home.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Yesterday in the Playhouse:
Goldie was just livid that I showed up late for a shoot with her. In her snottiest British accent she inquired if I was too STU-pid to know how to read a clock. Hmmmm....... I'd never once shown up on time ever for any shoot in my entire career thus far in my life so why was she asking me this? Goldie had known me for a while so why would she expect me to be prompt? Was she serious? Wasn't she mildly surprised that I'd shown up at all? There were too many questions and I found myself getting defensive about the fact that I was being forced to ponder my inadequacies and irresponsible behavior so I shoved her hard enough in the chest to nearly propel one of her gigantic tits through her body and out her backside..
Goldie was just livid that I showed up late for a shoot with her. In her snottiest British accent she inquired if I was too STU-pid to know how to read a clock. Hmmmm....... I'd never once shown up on time ever for any shoot in my entire career thus far in my life so why was she asking me this? Goldie had known me for a while so why would she expect me to be prompt? Was she serious? Wasn't she mildly surprised that I'd shown up at all? There were too many questions and I found myself getting defensive about the fact that I was being forced to ponder my inadequacies and irresponsible behavior so I shoved her hard enough in the chest to nearly propel one of her gigantic tits through her body and out her backside..
(FREE PHOTO PREVIEW at www.ultimateindignity.com !)
-- XXOO Tanya
Monday, January 17, 2005
Hello,
I mentioned on the Playhouse bulletin board a few days ago that I have been experimenting with building websites. I wanted to set up some free sites to give a preview of what's inside the Playhouse here at xxxtanya.com. For some reason I ended up seperating the catfight photos from the rest of the stuff. The free catfight preview site is:
www.ultimateindignity.com
The free glamour/sex site is:
www.chromegirls.net
My free, exotic 2005 calendar is:
www.blondeisland.us
There are no pop-ups or annoying things at any of them.
Enjoy!
-- XXOO Tanya
I mentioned on the Playhouse bulletin board a few days ago that I have been experimenting with building websites. I wanted to set up some free sites to give a preview of what's inside the Playhouse here at xxxtanya.com. For some reason I ended up seperating the catfight photos from the rest of the stuff. The free catfight preview site is:
www.ultimateindignity.com
The free glamour/sex site is:
www.chromegirls.net
My free, exotic 2005 calendar is:
www.blondeisland.us
There are no pop-ups or annoying things at any of them.
Enjoy!
-- XXOO Tanya
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
New catfight in the Playhouse today:
Devil in Sheer Pantyhose
Summer Cummings had recommended me for a job and I did not show up for it. Or call to say I wasn't coming. For a few weeks I wondered just how mad she was. Finally I screwed up my courage and rang her up on the phone since the worst she could do was hang up on me. Instead, to my amazement, she was really nice when we spoke. What a relief! She understood that I was just a complete idiot and mentioned that she had never really expected much out of me anyways. After all, I'd been a moron for as long as she'd known me. She reassured me that she had accepted my limitations years ago. In fact, she went on, she had once read research on bovine behavior indicating that cattle were so stupid that they never deviated from a very limited range of actions. Summer went on to tell me that she realized that I, like the cattle, had an organic deficiency that prevented me from altering my habits and becoming a successful model and a productive citizen. It was merely my destiny to live the existence of a lower life form.
Yeah, Summer was going overboard wth the insults and calling me a dumb cow, but I was just so happy to be her friend again. She even accepted my invitation to come over for a drink. On the appointed day we were hanging out at my place laughing and talking just like old times when out of nowhere she grabbed a handful of my hair!! I almost jumped out of my sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose! Turned out that all that bonhomie on the phone had been just a ruse to get herself within grappling distance of me..
-- XXOO Tanya
P.S. Check out a mini- photo preview of our petty but violent dispute at www.ultimateindignity.com !
Devil in Sheer Pantyhose
Summer Cummings had recommended me for a job and I did not show up for it. Or call to say I wasn't coming. For a few weeks I wondered just how mad she was. Finally I screwed up my courage and rang her up on the phone since the worst she could do was hang up on me. Instead, to my amazement, she was really nice when we spoke. What a relief! She understood that I was just a complete idiot and mentioned that she had never really expected much out of me anyways. After all, I'd been a moron for as long as she'd known me. She reassured me that she had accepted my limitations years ago. In fact, she went on, she had once read research on bovine behavior indicating that cattle were so stupid that they never deviated from a very limited range of actions. Summer went on to tell me that she realized that I, like the cattle, had an organic deficiency that prevented me from altering my habits and becoming a successful model and a productive citizen. It was merely my destiny to live the existence of a lower life form.
Yeah, Summer was going overboard wth the insults and calling me a dumb cow, but I was just so happy to be her friend again. She even accepted my invitation to come over for a drink. On the appointed day we were hanging out at my place laughing and talking just like old times when out of nowhere she grabbed a handful of my hair!! I almost jumped out of my sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose! Turned out that all that bonhomie on the phone had been just a ruse to get herself within grappling distance of me..
-- XXOO Tanya
P.S. Check out a mini- photo preview of our petty but violent dispute at www.ultimateindignity.com !
Monday, January 10, 2005
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
I was in my dressing quarters putting the final touches on my makeup before a hot date. A few days earlier I had met a really cute guy at the Taco Bell drive-thru and he was sitting in my living room waiting to take me out. When I emerged from the bathroom wearing my sexy outfit and freshly coiffed hair I found my roommate Misti posing for naked photos in our kitchen while my date snapped away with a disposable camera. I stood there in slack-jawed disbelief until Misti saw me and hastily put on her clothes. There was no reason to even ask for excuses- I steered Misti by one of her giant tits into the living room and our battle for supremacy began..
-- XXOO Tanya
-- XXOO Tanya
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Sometimes I look at old pictures where I was thin and tan and it makes me think I should be making more of an effort these days. Those are just my private thoughts though. I don't appreciate it when random people take it upon themselves to point out how much better I looked when I used to work out a lot and didn't drink every day. In fact, it makes me downright angry when people do that. I've had enough trouble justifying my existence lately without well-intentioned idiots trying to counsel me into having a healthier lifestyle. Goldie made that mistake when we were at a shoot yesterday. I'm happy to report that I can still EASILY kick her ass even in my perpetually hungover, fattened state. That having been said I will admit that my diminished awareness probably did prevent me from seeing her reach for that bottle of chloroform. Please check inside the Playhouse to see the photographic evidence of my sloth and her contemptible, cheating ways.
Whatever happened to a fair fight?
-- XXOO Tanya
Whatever happened to a fair fight?
-- XXOO Tanya
Monday, December 27, 2004
Since a few people have asked....here's the sordid story behind last Tuesday's update:
I had invited Stacy Burke over for a relaxing dip in the pool and a few drinks. Of course my unspoken hope was that her visit would lead to a little something in the romance department. When I finally lured her into my bedroom after four Long Island ice teas in the hot sun I thought she would be good to go. Imagine my shock when she rebuffed my advances and then landed a fist in my stomach!! That little blonde bimbo is feistier than you would ever believe, particularly with what must have been a blood alcohol content of at least 2.0..
-- XXOO Tanya
I had invited Stacy Burke over for a relaxing dip in the pool and a few drinks. Of course my unspoken hope was that her visit would lead to a little something in the romance department. When I finally lured her into my bedroom after four Long Island ice teas in the hot sun I thought she would be good to go. Imagine my shock when she rebuffed my advances and then landed a fist in my stomach!! That little blonde bimbo is feistier than you would ever believe, particularly with what must have been a blood alcohol content of at least 2.0..
-- XXOO Tanya
Friday, December 24, 2004
Good evening,
Tonight on Christmas Eve I want to send my heartfelt thanks and love to our troops stationed around the world. Words always seem inadequate, but I know that I speak for many when I say that all of you are always in the prayers of Americans at home.
Thank you all for your noble endeavors and sacrifices.
With much love,
Tanya
Tonight on Christmas Eve I want to send my heartfelt thanks and love to our troops stationed around the world. Words always seem inadequate, but I know that I speak for many when I say that all of you are always in the prayers of Americans at home.
Thank you all for your noble endeavors and sacrifices.
With much love,
Tanya
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Hello,
The past 2 days have been pretty rough. I'll tell you about it on the Playhouse bulletin board so I don't air all of my dirty laundry on the front page and scare away any unacquainted passersby.
In other happier news there is a brand-new SUPERHEROINE PAGE inside the Playhouse which we are updating weekly. The current video clip features the very noble but gullible Power Girl suffering alarming indignities at the hands of the ultra-busty, nefarious Batlady (!!)
Other installments of the XXX Power Girl saga include evil-doing and sodomy inflicted by the freakishly sadistic, perverted (but very well-endowed) UK Catwoman. Her brand of torment is nearly equalled by that of dark Satana who plots her own defilement of the fairhaired Power Girl.
If Power Girl ever had the self-restraint and emotional maturity to ignore the hot bodies, big boobs, and physical charms of her enemies the world would be a more peaceful place.
Maybe she should strap on her Supersuit a little tighter to prevent herself from falling prey to the endless array of bodacious, cunning villainesses trolling through her neighborhood...
-- XXOO Tanya
The past 2 days have been pretty rough. I'll tell you about it on the Playhouse bulletin board so I don't air all of my dirty laundry on the front page and scare away any unacquainted passersby.
In other happier news there is a brand-new SUPERHEROINE PAGE inside the Playhouse which we are updating weekly. The current video clip features the very noble but gullible Power Girl suffering alarming indignities at the hands of the ultra-busty, nefarious Batlady (!!)
Other installments of the XXX Power Girl saga include evil-doing and sodomy inflicted by the freakishly sadistic, perverted (but very well-endowed) UK Catwoman. Her brand of torment is nearly equalled by that of dark Satana who plots her own defilement of the fairhaired Power Girl.
If Power Girl ever had the self-restraint and emotional maturity to ignore the hot bodies, big boobs, and physical charms of her enemies the world would be a more peaceful place.
Maybe she should strap on her Supersuit a little tighter to prevent herself from falling prey to the endless array of bodacious, cunning villainesses trolling through her neighborhood...
-- XXOO Tanya
Thursday, December 16, 2004
A few hours ago I learned that my friend Jim Holliday has passed away. Jim was a well-known director for VCA Pictures and had made his career in adult videos since the early seventies. I have many significant memories of being on Jim's sets which were referred to by many as "Jimmyland." Jim was a friend who would chat for hours on the phone with me, usually late at night. Topics ranged from sports, betting, porn, music, the vagaries of life, and often back to sports and betting. Having played football at the University of Ohio Jim still liked to get a little "action" in on sports, particularly football. Before Jim I had not even know what a "point spread" was.
Jim loved the desert and in recent years most of his shoots had taken place, at least in part, in an isolated set out in the Mojave Desert. I was a part of each one of those shoots and I shared his appreciation of the desert and the desert winds. By coincidence, or maybe not, I am booked for a shoot at that very same isolated set in the Mojave Desert this weekend.
Last week on the Playhouse bulletin board I discussed my plans to retire from shooting for anything other than my own website. No sooner than I had made my decision to do so than I was asked to be a part of a really interesting project out in the Mojave. I chose to do what Jim had always counselled me to do: work selectively and pick only the best opportunities.
This weekend I will be in the blustery, desolate Mojave shooting what I suspect will be one of the more memorable videos of my career, and undoubtedly feeling Jim's spirit out there amidst the howling winds, gravelly sand, and spindly cacti.
May Jim rest in peace. The experiences of Jimmyland will dance in my mind forever.
-- XXOO Tanya
Jim loved the desert and in recent years most of his shoots had taken place, at least in part, in an isolated set out in the Mojave Desert. I was a part of each one of those shoots and I shared his appreciation of the desert and the desert winds. By coincidence, or maybe not, I am booked for a shoot at that very same isolated set in the Mojave Desert this weekend.
Last week on the Playhouse bulletin board I discussed my plans to retire from shooting for anything other than my own website. No sooner than I had made my decision to do so than I was asked to be a part of a really interesting project out in the Mojave. I chose to do what Jim had always counselled me to do: work selectively and pick only the best opportunities.
This weekend I will be in the blustery, desolate Mojave shooting what I suspect will be one of the more memorable videos of my career, and undoubtedly feeling Jim's spirit out there amidst the howling winds, gravelly sand, and spindly cacti.
May Jim rest in peace. The experiences of Jimmyland will dance in my mind forever.
-- XXOO Tanya
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
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