Saturday, March 25, 2006
Agh.. My Back!
Stephanie Ly from Calgary
Today's outing was to go to the Sport Compact Night (or SCN) show to meet up with Simon to get my 8x10 prints from him at the Playboy booth no less. There's the fun of seeing the pimped out cars, new car parts and of course the eye candy of the female persuasion.
As a bit of history this was the first year that this particular car show had made it's way to Toronto. Unlike the Performance World car show or the Speedorama show the SCN was only in town for a single day. The show overall seemed smaller in terms of the numbers of customized cars. Even the automotive displays showing off the new car tech seemed smaller in numbers. Perhaps to make up for it the show, just being there in the south underground convention centre, seemed louder, darker and filled with more car or beer model-type women.
Francine Dee imported from L.A.
The show had actually shipped some models in from the west cost. The largest import car model being Francine Dee, or so I was told. An enhanced girl to bring in the young rice boyz crowd perhaps. From LA, Alberta, even from the east, Quebec.
Maryse Oullet poses in front of her playboy cover display
Sure being a model at these shows probably pays pretty good coin. It's takes quite a bit of stamina. Would you want to stand around or in front of a bunch of dorky guys (and gals) have them hold you or stand next to you while their friend takes your picture? All this happening with music pumped out so loud from various sources that you can't hear anything anyone is saying without being right next to them yelling at the top of your lungs.
Ashley, a year after our photo shoot.
That said I bumped into my favorite model, and friend, Ashley. Although I could only hear about half of what she said I found out she was getting exhausted and still had four more hours to go. I bumped into her while looking for Simon and the alleged Playboy booth. I never did find the Playboy booth he mentioned. I found other model booths and displays.
Eventually I found a nice quiet spot where I could work the cell phone and call him. I found out he had been there and had already left to go see the movie "V for Vendetta". Since I already paid my whopping $17 to get in and there was no way of getting back in without repaying, I opted to stay for the Bikini contest.
As with any function, be it a band, a political party gathering, a fashion show, any type of stage show for that matter, it's always good to get there early so you get a good vantage point. I made my way to the stage, which was being used by some rappers, about an hour before the actual contest. I was flanked by some loud short girls, yelling and shooting the odd picture with their cell phones and or pocket sized cameras.
The contest didn't start on time. Instead of 8:00pm, the show started at 9:30pm. The camera bag, monopod, and BFL (big f**kin lens) started to take it's toll on my spinal cord. That and the fact that I was cramped into a tiny space thanks to the loud girls and some guy behind me with a Canon rebel. At about 9:20pm some "kid", maybe in his late teens, started plowing through the crowd behind me and tried squeezing through the girls. He pushing and shoving pissed me off. If he would have asked to squeeze in front I probably would have let him but as he was being a dumbass pushy person, almost knocking one of the girls to the ground and literally stepping on another one all while knocking into my rented lens, I blocked him with my arm and told him that he wasn't going near to the stage and if he kept shoving I'd grab him by the neck and drag his ass to the back of the crowd.
Where do these kids come from? Is there no etiquette among photographers let alone people anymore? The contest went without incident. By the time I got home I was happy to dump the gear on the floor and go to sleep.