Okay. So I,'ve been really crap about blogging because as usual Scottsdale has been CRAZY!! I have just come from the Gallun party where I had a million dollar diamond ring on my hand for all of 5 minutes. OH MY GOD. Long story but suffice it to say it was transformative. More later, they're shoeing a horse mid ring in the hunter final...
What dreams may come.
In the interest of full disclosure of just how totally immersed in our passion for our job we horseflies are, I shall now share with you Horsefly Sophie's dream from last night-- brought to you in Technicolor :
It seems the Horseflies were on a shoot with the illustrious Stu Vesty (yay Stu!!) but were thwarted in their attempt at capturing great footage by the fact that Stu was getting his ridiculously famously perfect shots in the first 30 seconds after the horse would appear. (Obviously one can interpret this as our hyper awareness of Stu's uncanny ability to get THE shot extremely quickly and without a lot of unnecessary hoopla. It's the stuff of legend.) So, despite Sophie's protest that we needed a bit more than half a minute with the horse, off we would be to the next one. Eventually the dream twists and bends as they do, and we were now configuring elaborate camera setups under enormous rose bowers and being asked to set up sandy, tropical shots so the horse looked like he was at a luau. (I know it's ridiculous, you know it's ridiculous, but it just serves to illustrate just how far we're willing to push the creative envelope, if only in our dreams).
And frankly, this kind of dream isn't just a one-off, oh no. We horseflies are constantly immersed in creative dreamland oddities. But the beauty is, very often these strange impossible nighttime journeys bear fruit in the light of day through our lens. Eden began as a seahorse in a dream, Marjestic was loosed in a box canyon in a dream.
So... know that Horsefly inspiration could come from anywhere, anytime. That's the lightning in a bottle.
And don't count out the luau.
Beware the Monkey. Rabbits are trouble.
After a quick tour ( in which we saw more CF secrets waiting to be unleashed at the show-- we're sworn to secrecy), Gerard initiated us in the culinary delights of the China Panda in Buellton. $6.95 lunch special. Hilarity ensues when our chinese horoscope reveals the Cock is Gerard's best sign. Hmmm, probably TMI, G-man. As for us, I am elegant and creative and Soph is a pioneer spirit. But we already knew all that.
Whatever you do, for God's sake beware of the Monkey! Seriously, we felt compelled to pass this tidbit on so, you know, now you know. Our horsefly conscience is clear.
