The fruit of this excessive freedom? Boxes of pictures that recall those heady days when the out-of-focus and off-kilter made MTV's 120 Minutes look like the critique portion of an introductory filmmaking class. Still, not all my results are too embarrassing to gaze upon. I mean, who wouldn't want to frolic about on the absurdly high cliffs north of the Russian River, courting death between Highway 1 and the sea? It's not everyone who gets to star in their own music video:
No, that's not a wig I'm wearing.