From Birmingham to Jackson and Back (in 36 hours)

I'm in Birmingham. I'm in Jackson. I'm sitting on a roof overlooking the Magic City. I'm dressing models. 36 hours, two cities, one weekend.

It started out in Bham with one of our best nights of the year: Artwalk Friday. With people packing the streets and art packing galleries, lofts, and businesses, it's always a glimpse of the way Birmingham should be will be. Seriously, from the time when I was involved (circa 2005) the event has just gotten bigger and better. With more businesses on each corner, and new faces that have joined us in the Magic City, it's good stuff.

I love this work by Katherine W. Linn, which reminds me of my Atlanta friends. Ah, the Clermont.

But back to Birmingham. Grabbing a hot dog at Rogue Tavern, walking through the packed streets, loving the art of John Lytle Wilson (see: monkeys shooting laser guns) and Richard Newton (Japanese pop culture).

And, when it got to be blazing hot (so much for the early fall), climbing up to the top of a friend's roof for the best view of Birmingham hands down.

As much as I wanted to loll about Saturday (and I do love a good loll) I was on the road by noon to head to Jackson, Miss. for a shoot. Driving and shooting, shooting and driving, it's all part of my work. What isn't typically part is working with my sister. Though I can't reveal exactly what the story is about, I can say she was an excellent model.

Here she is in wardrobe (take that NY Fashion Week.)

Megan was a good sport, which isn't easy to do with lights and cameras and your sister looking at you.

All of that and despite her long day of work yesterday she took me to Walker's Drive-In, right behind Ricky's church in Fondren. Heath Bar Tiramisu? Yes ma'am.

36 hours, two cities, one job, lots of stories. And this is just the edited version ...