Parc de Feline, Northern France

The roar is incredible, everyone rushes to the barriers. Beneath the woodland canopy two Siberian tigers begin to fight. They are huge and terrifying in action, rearing up eight feet tall. Their white, grey bodies like forest ghosts pale yellow stripes almost invisible. They circle and then again come together, a few children are crying everyone is tense and excited. It is truly fearful to watch. I can hardly believe what i am witnessing.

I realize Brune is tugging at me, she whines, "this is boring". She wants to go see the baby goats again. Everything is relative I guess, I am glad that I am not a baby goat in a big cat park.

Faraway, beautiful french riding stables

Caress the beautiful white horse,
The name of this tiny hamlet is too complicated to remember and magically doesn't show up on any GPS.

The black cat on holiday , Bescherelles, northern france

View from studio Procter, 11eme Paris

The wisteria has exploded, the scent is heavy, dense flowers 
buzz electric with hungry insects. Entranced strangers are 
drawn into the courtyard to bear witness. If you touch the 
engorged blossoms they instantly disintegrate and drop like 
pink snow. Im using way too many adjectives.

Twelfth floor, Nyc

Headless, Nyc

Snake across the city in taxi after taxi.
Must be getting somewhere but doubts are creeping in.

Empire State, Nyc

The heat of the day catches everyone by surprise. At my second meeting a crowd has formed around a broken cycle courier. They are crying that a taxi has hit him. He is not moving at all.
The citizens of new york are good they cover him with their coats, they collect his belongings that are scattered everywhere. They angrily force traffic to make way for an ambulance. I see one old business man chasing the taxi driver down 6th Avenue.
I am sad, it reminds me of when I held a dieing man in my arms, stabbed and bleeding fast. A hot summers afternoon on the french riviere, cars passed slowly (so they could watch) and I asked one gawping driver for his shirt so I could plug the holes, he just shrugged and pulled quietly away.

Lost Cat, West 25th street, Nyc

Friendly and playful, hope they find AJ.

Pork Shop, 9th Avenue, NYC

Baby lambs and baby goats available for Easter.
This is where wolves must shop.
(What the hell are Cornish hens?)

Andy Warhol Monument, Union Square, NYC

The statue, lifesize, is made from highly polished aluminum, its pedestal is only a few feet above the ground. It catches the sun like a mirror, It has a curious effect on the people, they constantly touch its feet with reverence, nobody does not look upon it.
But after a while I realize they are just checking it is not a street artist, painted silver and pretending to be a statue. I quietly weep for Andy.

New York City, view from the Ogilvy & Mather advertising agency

 

The open maw of the city. 

You could fall right in, it would swallow you whole, leave no trace.

Saoirse Ronan Shoot, Staten Island, New York

We drive far out of the city.
Strangest house, eighteen Peacocks patrol the gardens.
The shoot is fast, the team is perfect our delightful young star is sixteen years old, one day she will be a legend.

View from the Standard Hotel, Nyc

Waking up at the standard, too early , still on Paris time, one whole wall is a gaping skyscraper window. Glass floor to ceiling. Makes you afraid to be too close the edge, but it is a good luxurious fear.  Just realized I can see the statue of Liberty.
The hotel is indeed magnificent, everything and everybody is sleek and arrogant.
The handsome young concierge refused to even look up as he checked me in yesterday, maybe it should be enough that he let me stay in his hotel.
I asked him a question, he shuffled off pretending not to have heard. I realized my jaw had tightened, I'm cranky/disoriented after the flight, I so wanted so much  to go over the beautiful designer counter and hurt him.

Landing Newark international, NYC

Yesterday A Magazine calls my American agents, a few hours later I'm on a plane again.
Tommorrow I will shoot a beautiful film star.
Now Manhattan zooms up , the sea is sparkling and friendly.
It's all becoming less and less real.

Girl and fir, Bescherelles northern france