About a Girl

At 11:55pm August 20th, 2009, exactly one year ago to more or less the minute, I found myself at LaGuardia Airport waiting to pick up a woman I had never met before but, I felt, knew intimately.

I had met a woman online.  I met a woman online just a few months earlier and had sent for her. And by sending for her I mean I bought her a one way ticket to NYC from her home in California. There was no plan for what do when she got here. Waiting by the baggage claim, I knew would be starting a long lasting friendship at the least. But I knew it was going to be more than a friendship. A partnership really. By the time we were in the cab it was pretty clear we were down to…to make adventure.

What was to follow was (is) simultaneously surreal but also seemed to make total sense. I picked up this woman, let’s call her “Baroness”say, and took pictures of her for six days. Six days of photos and getting to you, face to face now in NYC, before deciding what next to do.

“Let’s move to Florida”

This made no sense.

I looked at her again. She looks like a movie star and speaks with the wit and speed of a female Woody Allen. She’s a gourmet cook, has a killer butt and believes in open relationships.

This made total sense.

For myself, the prospect offered an escape from a roller-coaster ride of life, love and career in NYC.

Florida was also a great prospect for her too as she had been (and still is) writing a series of seven historical novels about the founding of this country most of which was set in Florida.

  • Six days after meeting I hopped on a plane with this relative stranger with a single suitcase and flew to Florida. My mother picked us up. I had briefed Mom: ” It’s like a working date”  and “she’s writing a story for which I’m shooting pictures”. Which was partially true but “the Baroness” looks like what she is: a slamming erotic model most often compared to the likes of Angelina Jolie, Monica Belluci and countless others. That she is the most brilliant narrative artist I’ve ever met seems like an absurd joke of Fate. Babes aren’t supposed to be this smart. They don’t have to be!

Mom took one look at her. “Uhuh”. “Whatever makes you happy”. And Mom meant it. I hadn’t been doing well.  A breakup had taken it’s toll.

What followed was a kind of bliss. The Baroness wrote all day while I caught up on work and rest, in the evenings we’d drive around the lush south and talk about our mutual passions: storytelling, history, film, the adult industry.  And so it was for awhile. We drove up and down Florida shooting on beaches, in the woods and on rivers.  We also began brainstorming a new company. After staying with mother a few weeks  we moved into a brand new beautiful apartment in West Palm Beach. It was empty and spacious and white and overlooked a huge mirror still lake. We shot all day, she wrote and we developed our new company idea. I made monthly visits to NYC to supplement our income. She modeled and retouched for other photographers.

The Baroness (also know as “The Hammer”, “Gigi”, “Yvette”, “Natalie”, “The Ness”-it’s like I have 7 lovers) is an impossible amalgamation of qualities to summarize: She’s quick thinking, clever and full of a satiric spirit but this belies her true talent: identifying human behavior and motive. This is great when it’s dissecting other people or characters in a story. But when this superpower is aimed at you, in a quarrel, it’s not so fun.  But your ears feel rich when hanging out with her. She -say’s- cool shit, she’s a writer!

“It’s a cloud factory.” On a waste management plant that spewed smog into the air and how we might use it in a photo story.

“Don’t use all my babywipes. I use those to clean my face at night when I’m feeling lazy”-On her love of babywipes.

“He  is like The Pixies, you’re like Nirvana” on me and another Photographer.

“They’re like a couple of Jackals” on a couple of bitches.

“I’d like to fuck her”  on a hot girl.

“I want you to kiss him” on a guy.

“The Dahlia Murder can be seen as an attempt to cloud the idea of the Golden Age of Hollywood by scarring your daughters straight; they’ll be hookers an dope fiends and end up sliced!”-On the Dahlia.

She can also touch your soul: “You possess masculine grace. You’re beautiful”

She also has a barnyard full of animals that live inside her. If she’s in a good mood they’ll come out in the morning when she wakes: Chirps, woofs, meows, some kind of Jungle Parrot species yet to be determined, bunnies and my personal favourite, mermaid peeps. (Ask to her this while she is wearing a corset and heels…)They sing out and they’re gone for the day, till the next if one is lucky.

The Florida womb of creativity and rest had to end. We began to start a new company,( one which you’ll all hear of very soon) and we made our way back to NYC, right back where we had met. I had had some worries that it might not be the right chemistry for her and myself but life has never been better. In addition to our soon to be launch, I have a new photo studio (with “her other boyfriend” one Mr. George Pitts), business is booming and our main problem is finding the time to do all the wonderful projects that come our way. We are not wanting for anything really.

Photo one with the necklace in her mouth is the first photo I ever took of her. Photo 2 in the water is our first day in Florida. Photo 3 of her is the first day in our WPB apartment. Photo 4 is her with her pet frog Thomas-(Did I mention she’s an animal lover?)

She’s sleeping now, tired from a day of jogging fives miles at dawn, and hour and half of hot yoga, a photoshoot and cooking for me some of “her delicious noms”. She’s sleeping but she talks in her sleep. It would feel wrong to divulge the soft and open thoughts she speaks in sleep, but I can tell you that “the Hammer” has a secret, soft side that would melt the heart of Ghengis Khan. I love the things she says and hope to hear more newly minted insight, outrageousness and a cacophony of barnyard creatures when she wakes.

So clearly her name isn’t the Baroness but she is, as we all know, rock and roll regal:

Thank you for a year of friendship, adventure erotica and speaking the coolest things ever, Amazing Miss Sovereign Syre.

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