| An On-Line
Journal by Paul Buceta |
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| 2005 11 17 - Posing for Bianca - Part I What a crazy three days! As I mentioned in my previous entry, Bianca Beauchamp came to Toronto to shoot with me. Because there is soooo much to write about, I've decided to break it down into a few parts. Day One - The Arrival and The Drinks. Because she wasn't scheduled to arrive until 4:15pm, I had the whole day to get myself all stressed out. I mean think about it, this girl works with some of the best photographers in the business and is considered by many as "The Latex Queen" add that to the fact that she's coming specifically to work with me and there's your recipe for anxiety. So the time comes for me to head on down to the train station to pick her up. As I'm walking out the door it hits me - A slight but concerning ache in my stomach. I'm familiar with this ache - The last time I felt it was when I was called to the front of the class to present a speech I was totally unprepared for. I have hazy memories of throwing up in the garbage container in front of the whole class. (This wasn't part of the speech). You would have thought I might get the sympathy mark but no... my teacher wasn't the generous type. Anyhow, back to Bianca.... I'm still a bit dumbstruck when ever I think about her. I get to the train station about an hour before her arrival to; A. make sure I don't encounter traffic, B. In case I have to throw up along the way (This takes time to refresh from) and, C. practice the pose I'm going to have down when she comes around the corner and sees me for the first time. (You know, that kinda, "I'm cool and am not fazed by her presence look" when deep down it's more of a, "I think I shit myself" look). Anyhow, it's now 4:15pm and her train is right on time. People start coming through the gates and I catch a few admiring my awesome "Waiting for Bianca" pose. After about 15 minutes, however, there are no more people coming through the gate. I'm concerned, and cramping a bit from the pose. Did Bianca bail on me? Did she realize the facade that is Paul Buceta? Is William Shatner planing his revenge? I decide to quickly run upstairs to the departure area and wouldn't you know it - There she is. I was speechless at first. I just kinda looked at her from a distance for a while, taking in the whole wonderful experience. After taking it in, I walk up to her (limping from 'the pose' cramps) with a big stupid grin and ask, "Why the f*&$% are you up here?" We laugh about the whole thing and are off to begin what's sure to be an awesome three days. From the train station we go right to a place called Rue Morgue. It's a horror movie type place with lots of creepy things all over the place. Bianca seems to have a taste for the macabre.  Bianca at Rue Morgue From there we decide to go for a quick bite. As per her request, "Something simple and not too fancy". Ah.. cheap - This is right up my alley. We go to a place called Tortilla Flats. Along the way I called a friend and model Sophia to join us.  Bianca and errr.... Sophia - I'll admit I was a bit distracted You'll notice the drink in Bianca's hand pictured above? That wasn't the first and as you'll soon see, not the last. I have to make an admission here. Whilst going over her site I was under the impression Bianca was a sweet innocent, corrupted by the seedy world of leather and rubber. What's more, I thought her boyfriend (The amazing photographer Martin Perreault) had perhaps pushed her a little to become the Latex Queen. Boy was I wrong! After a few drinks and a little getting to know her it dawned on me that Martin sure has his hands full. What's more, he's the sheep and she's the wolf! I'll be the first to say it, Bianca Beauchamp is a firecracker! I was so happy she wasn't all shy and coy although now I was even MORE intimidated than ever.  Bianca Beauchamp + Vodka=FUN
 Alright, I'll admit I may have had a few... dozen myself.  sheerioosly... i looove yoooooo...   Three cheers for Vodka shots: Hip Hip... Anyhow, after a few more drinks and too many secrets told we decide to get another bite to eat. Again, Bianca asks for something cheap and simple. Again Paul Buceta delivers.
And that was pretty much it for the night. We ate our burgers as we walked back to my car. It was between McDonald's and my car that I remembered my pose from earlier. Not to let all that practicing go to waste, I decided to give it a try while waiting for the lights to change. I immediately began cramping up again and she didn't even notice on account she was still working on her burger. SPECIAL NOTE TO BIANCA'S PERSONAL TRAINER She made me promise I wouldn't use a pic of her eating this stuff. In all fairness she was just 'holding' my burger. to be continued... |
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