A short while ago I was asked to shoot a campaign for a new vintage Men’s Resale shop called ConsignmenLA owned by Ryan Crowe.

I arrived, on time, as usual, to the location which was his gorgeous loft downtown. I was driving a beautiful new mustang convertible which I was still getting used to as I drove into the parking lot behind a fairly large pick up. I inched forward trying to judge the space between myself and the Ford Goliath in front of me when I hit him ever so gently. Daddy was a bit scared now; these are the sort of altercations you hear about in the news. I waited for the person in the truck to either come out swinging, yelling or both. Instead a smiley Mexican man with a western style hat came out and surveyed the damage. He looked down and as he did I poked my head out of my shiny blue car and apologized explaining that I had just gotten the car and was still getting used to it, obviously. He smiled even bigger and shrugged his shoulders and said to me, “This thing is so old, I’m more worried about your car, it’s so nice.”

Come again? Are you serious ? This is LA not some small town in Idaho, but he was serious and after I saw there was no damage we shook hands, exchanged smiles once again and he was off. It was then that I noticed a 10 inch hitch attached to the underside of the Ford. I didn’t feel so incapable of maneuvering my Mustang anymore.

After a short wait for the photographer, and a lovely visit to the craft services table ( I requested pretzels and mangoes) we were shooting all over the space and even the rooftop which I must say was GORGEOUS!

I cannot say enough how much I love doing shoots like this… shoots where I’m modeling clothes and not skin. For one, I can actually eat the day before and the day of and not feel as if I’m the spokesperson for Lane Bryant and two, it’s just so fucking easy to do… for me. I’ve guilty of watching an entire season of Americas Next Top Model in a single sitting.

Rumor has it that this photo will be running in the holiday issue of a local newspaper here called Frontiers and another rumor has it (God I hope this one is true) that he’s renting a billboard somewhere in West Hollywood. This will be my first billboard and I have to say from a completely egotistical standpoint, I’m quite excited.

Check out the website ConsignmenLA.com and you bitches in WeHo, keep a lookout for the ad in Frontiers and the billboard sometime around the holiday.

After 12 hours and some 600 miles I arrived at my summer feeding grounds and very special place, Provincetown, Massachusetts. I’ve been coming here for 11 summers now. Well, I may have missed 2 or 3. My drive was quick; once you drive cross country solo a 12 hour drive is like a trip to CVS.

Upon my arrival I was greeted with a slew of moisture, cobwebs and bugs.. mostly silverfish. If you’re not familiar with them they are nasty little fuckers that resemble a more advanced and evolved centipede.

I got through enough cleaning to head out and meet some friends who were here for the weekend. They had with them another buddy who was new to me. We got to talking and the inevitable question of what I did came up; usually guys know and just like hearing me say it; however, this one seemed to really not know. I told him “sales” and promptly asked the group if anyone needed a beer. He wisely got the hint and we moved on.

Fade in to the next day and we were all walking down the street when he mentioned he needed sunscreen. I took him into a little store that I frequent. As soon as we entered the store the guy behind the counter said, “You’re on the cover of a magazine!” He of course had to run and get it to show us. I looked at my new friend and said, “I’m not really into sales.”

It wasn’t bad enough that that happened, but the photo they used was from 2005. I looked juvenile compared to what I look like today. I guess it was sort of cool to see such a big change right in front of me… he laughed about it. I smiled and asked if he needed help with that sunscreen.

After 3 days, 2 nights, 32 hours and more than a few 100 miles later I arrived into Cleveland from Los Angeles. I was only slightly concerned that I would be lonely or antsy on the road. Neither was the case; in fact, it went by very fast, very smoothly and I could not have asked for better weather. I wish I had some revelations to share with you all, but I’m afraid I do not. I spent the majority of my time not thinking and when I did engage in such behavior I thought about how I’m going to proceed with a new project I started with Randy Blue.

I’ve learned in the last year that I am definitely someone who can do this sort of thing; many people are not and cringe when I tell them what I do on a regular basis, driving I mean. I find the whole experience rather therapeutic and cleansing although I’m not looking forward to doing this drive anytime soon.

A few weeks ago I packed up the boys and headed to Montana. One of my dear friends bought two houses up there in a quaint little town called Gardiner about an hour away from Bozeman. To give you a little perspective on the kind of town Gardner is, the nearest Target or Home Depot is in Bozeman. So a little heaven – and a little hell.

Scott and I had a mission: To get the place ready for renters; doing small repairs, hanging photos and helping figure out what was needed. Not surprisingly, the landscape was stupid beautiful. I was also introduced to the reciprocating saw, my new favorite toy.

Driving seems to be my theme lately as I’m driving across the country for the seventh time. Stay tuned…

I ran into an old friend that I used to work with in P’town back in the BJ years (before Johnny). I was 22 and it was my first time away from home. The start of a whole new chapter of my life. God I hated that shirt.