Yesterday I flew to Charlotte, NC to shoot a portrait of the band Secret Lives of the Freemasons. They’re good guys willing to do just about anything.
The label arranged for us to get a cheap motel room near the airport and we proceeded to trash it for the photos. We stood the mattress up against the wall (mostly to cover the giant mirror) and threw papers and garbage everywhere.
 
Old pizza and beer (Pabst Blue Ribbon!) completed the transformation.
 
And yes, we did clean the room up as best we could before checking out.
TRAVEL FUN: I normally fly Delta (hello gold medallion!), but the client accidentally booked me on US Air for this trip.
Normally, the airlines play pleasant music when you’re boarding, but this plane had this manic, acid-trip, psychedelic, electric guitar music playing. The video monitors were showing random light patterns that seemed like they might induce seizures.
Very bizarre considering it was 7:30 in the morning and most of the passengers were adult businessmen.
Then there was actually an attendant in the bathroom at the Charlotte airport! I’ve never understood the whole bathroom attendant thing. I’m more than willing to get my own paper towel, thanks.
It’s one thing to have an attendant in a fancy Manhattan club, but in the airport??