New Beginnings And Such…

August 11th, 2011

Tonight, I did something which I had not done in what seems like an eternity: I went to a club to specifically see/hear a band. The band in questions is a new outfit which was, in fact, playing its very gig, by the name of Collin vs. Adam. Personally, I like what they’re doing, as they combine guitar and keyboards with sequenced rhythm tracks. This was also my long-belated first visit to Afterthought in Little Rock, and I could see myself becoming something of a regular. The fact that they are willing to book such a musical act lends itself to the possibility that I myself may be able to perform there at some point, as I think my my music (particularly my work as a solo artist) would be welcomed. We’ll see…

It’s been a long time since I’ve actually wanted to get out and do stuff, as opposed to sitting next to a deathbed and being angry and bitter at the world. This coming Sunday, as a matter of fact, I’ll be going to an open audition for a major film production which is shooting here in Arkansas (and there will be more to come, which is why the idea of me launching my filmmaking career in this state isn’t nearly as much of a shot in the dark as would initially appear). While I harbour zero hopes of even being cast as an extra, I’ll at least get to see how a large-scale open film audition functions in order to satisfy my own professional curiosity. More importantly, however, I’m excited about getting out of the house and doing something in a which has not been the case for a long time…

“I’m Ready For My Close-Up, Mr. Diamante…”

August 8th, 2011

1997 was a very different time. The Spice Girls were riding high, the economy was doing much better right before the bubble burst for the dot.com boom, Geocities was a cutting edge product, and the worst thing we had to worry about in regards to the President was whether or not he let some fat bitch suck his dick. Although I spent the entire year in an intoxicated stupor, a highly profound experience changed me forever when I first saw Eraserhead.

The no-budget, late 1970′s feature film debut from acclaimed director and McDonald’s fanatic David Lynch holds the distinction of planting the first seeds of my filmmaking aspirations. While there were films I enjoyed watching all throughout my life, the thought of becoming personally involved myself in the cinematic craft had never even occurred to me. Eraserhead, however, changed the game completely where I was concerned; if one person could have the vision to create and document a hallucinatory dream-world  so simultaneously beautiful and ugly, then anything was possible via this artistic medium.

Despite my long-burning desires to tell a tale of incredible magnitude on film (or HD digital video, as has wonderfully become the industry standard), these ambitions have yet to be fully realized after 14 years. Of course, life has definitely brought its contributions to the table in terms of getting in the way, but I’d wouldn’t be telling the entire story if I didn’t admit just how daunting the idea of making a film has often been to me at times. I possess my own first-hand experience in watching people who can barely count to ten making films and even finding some shred of an audience, and when my notorious perfectionist tendencies come into play, that’s probably been a lot of the problem in and of itself. Still, I am making progress when it comes to learning what to do (and what not to do), and actually going to college to learn more about every single aspect of making films has been a definitive step in the right direction.

I’ve blogged recently (so to speak) about a business venture by the name of Studio Nouveauté. Although originally conceived as something of a multimedia and marketing firm, offering video production, web design, graphic design/printing, and other services for businesses, I spent most of this weekend taking the concept back to the drawing board and completely reinventing the entire project as an independent film production studio. Short story long: If I’m going to be a filmmaker, then I need to quit making excuses and just fucking do it. Taking this direction with Studio Nouveauté fits in perfectly with my decision to begin positioning myself in the role of producer. While I will certainly be wearing a variety of hats as a filmmaker (such as director and writer), I have chosen producing to ultimately become my day-to-day, making-money-to-pay-the-bills occupation in this industry. From an entirely objective standpoint, it makes perfect sense, as I excel as a leader, strategist, and an organizer, not to mention that I’m incredibly arrogant and self-serving.

Along with these self-realizations, it’s become blatantly obvious to me that I must cease to indulge in various diversions from my clear-cut professional and artistic objectives, and that wasting my abilities upon projects which do not best exploit my gifts is (despite my total disdain for all things Star Trek) highly illogical. For example, my long-standing print and/or online publication venture will finally be laid to rest permanently, because any attempt at journalism (despite who good a writer I may be) is a complete and utter waste of my time and abilities; not to mention my ironic disdain for, and reluctance to even speak to the media, but that’s another blog entry altogether. Nor will I be offering multimedia and marketing services to businesses (although I may here and there on a limited basis for extra income, if my services are so requested directly by the right people), as I was never meant to build websites, or design flyers for anyone other than myself.

All in all, I’m quickly coming to embrace my identity as Stefan Diamante: Filmmaker, and it’s a totally bitchin’ identity indeed…

Stefan’s Back In Town…

July 6th, 2011

In the one month (and one day) since I last updated this blog, I have endured oodles of changes in my life. For starters, I have moved back to Little Rock on a full time basis after splitting time between here and Camden for the past year; and while The Rock isn’t exactly New York City or Los Angeles, it may as well be either one of those cities when compared to where I’d been residing much of the time until late.

I’m still attending college in Camden this coming school year, and I will indeed be making the 200 mile round-trip commute four days per week. While that may seem ridiculous to some, the simple fact is that I despise Camden so much that I absolutely refuse to ever again live there. Factor in that it’s much easier for me to run my two business ventures from Central Arkansas (and the fact that I would be constantly commuting up here anyway if I stayed down there), and it’s not a bad idea at all since it’s merely a decision of where I want to live.

My new business venture, Studio Nouveauté, is quickly coming together, especially with the spiffy new website which it received over this past holiday weekend (as I prefer to show my patriotism by taking full advantage of the free enterprise system). I am indeed fully aware of the fact that our portfolio is currently lacking in content, but there will be some quality examples of our multimedia work appearing throughout the coming weeks. In any event, it will be incredibly interesting to watch how this all plays out in the court of public opinion…

All That Jazz…

June 5th, 2011

Although I have split time in the past year between Little Rock and Camden, it is the latter city in which I have been toiling more often than not. This makes sense to a degree, as this is where I am attending college; but outside of continuing my formal education, there is really no good reason for me to spend just about any time here. Prior to this, I had only been to Camden once for a booking, and have only ever fielded a whopping total of two inquiries regarding the possibility of my agency’s presence in the so-called “Queen City”. Frankly, there just isn’t much of anything here in the way of commerce or culture, and I don’t think even the most ardent Camdenite would disagree with that assessment.

Despite still having two more semesters of college here before I graduate, my desire to spend as little time as absolutely necessary in this town has already reached its zenith. In fact, I would even go as far as to say I would consider moving back to the Little Rock area full-time and making the four-hour round trip commute to school four days per week. Despite the time and fuel requirements of such a scenario, it may very well be more beneficial to me financially to do that as opposed to staying here a majority of the time.

Where my up-and-coming multimedia services career is concerned, there are absolutely no opportunities in the Camden area, and that’s not an exaggeration in the slightest. The ridiculously depressed economy (even by current nationwide standards), combined with my hopeless position as an outsider who not only is not from the local vicinity, but hails from an entirely different geographic and cultural region of the United States. Although my overall business strategy is based upon covering a fairly large (and continually expanding) region, along with projecting a significant amount of travel on my part, I am becoming increasingly convinced that Camden will only continue to serve as a highly inconvenient base of operations, even on a part-time basis.

Despite the title of this entry, it is NOT a tribute to the fact that today is Kenny G’s birthday. In stark contrast, I share with you the late, great Jaco Pastorius and Weather Report…

Through The Past Darkly…

June 3rd, 2011

Call me un-American (despite my obvious love of firearms) if you must, but I am not a fan of the Star Wars film series. Nope, not even the original trilogy catches my cinematic fancy, as I personally find the whole Jedi aesthetic to be rather tedious and boring. Really, any form of entertainment which demands the acceptance of a concurrently running philosophy in order to make any sense whatsoever tends to grate on my nerves. The same can be said for Star Trek, Lord Of The Rings, Dr. Who, and any film based upon a comic book.

Still, an excellent point is driven home in these films, courtesy of the shriveled-up old dude from whom James Earl Jones takes orders, as he encourages Corvette Summer star Mark Hamill to “let the hate flow through you”. Since it doesn’t require a Ph.D in Jedi Sciences to know who the antagonists are in these films, it’s obvious that the so-called “dark side” is fueled by one’s willing embrace of negative thoughts and feelings.

This photo was taken in March, 2005 on a location for a feature-length film with which I was prominently involved as a producer and (at one point) actor. Short story long: I exited the project in May, 2006 as production managed to continue way past its expiration date, not to mention the fact that I did not at all like the creative vision (so to speak) of the project by then anyway. Since then, I’ve heard that the film was finally completed a few years later; and although I haven’t seen the finished product myself (and most likely never will), the few opinions regarding the film which drifted my way have been decidedly less than stellar. Still, to be fair, it was the first feature-length film project for just about everyone involved, and even my own filmmaking savvy has come a long way in the ensuing years.

While I was definitely in a sour mood regarding the project at the time of my exit, I’m not angry in regards to the experience, or towards anyone else involved. Having said that, there are certainly a few individuals in this story whom I would never again touch with a ten foot pole of collaboration, but there are also some quality individuals who certainly brought much to the table not only in terms of talent, but character and professionalism as well. One of my few regrets over time has become not staying in touch with these people, despite the fact that I may have had a halfway-passable excuse due to my own issues in the past few years. As I now attempt to reconnect with them via social networking, a proverbial whirlwind of potential scenarios dominate my thoughts at the moment. Despite having absolutely no idea whether or not any of them will choose to reconnect with me after all this time, nothing can be gained if nothing is ever ventured…

Mad props to The Rolling Stones for providing the title for this blog entry via one of their many hits compilations. I’ve always dug them way more than The Beatles. As Ringo and the boys were merely content to just hold your hand, The Stones had far more devious ambitions

Tonight, I had originally planned to devote an entire blog entry to the USDA’s new-fangled, and incredibly-stupid-as-fuck Food Plate. Eh, maybe tomorrow…

Into The Night…

June 1st, 2011

In my last blog entry, I made reference to something by the name of Studio Nouveauté. For those who are unaware, this is a multimedia and marketing firm which I am currently in the process of assembling. It is largely intended to be the corporate home of my burgeoning career as a filmmaker (particularly in the commercial realm), but we’ll also be offering services such as: graphic/web design, commercial photography, and event production. Obviously, the website is lacking in content at the moment, but I’ve been working on that…

Via a move which places me squarely in alien territory, I am beginning to offer some of these services (such as graphic/web design and event production) free of charge to a handful of select businesses spread across the region. This is due to the fact that, in any event, I have to start building a serious portfolio; and it makes more sense to execute legitimate projects, as opposed to fabricating pieces for our website, not to mention the fact that I can rack up some glowing references as well.

My focus is mostly upon businesses involved in nightlife entertainment, such as bars and nightclubs, but I’m also looking into other types of businesses as well. At the very least, this experience will serve me well in finally getting back out into the world and networking again, as I’m quickly breaking out of the decidedly reclusive existence which I to which I have subjected myself over the past few years. Despite a few obstacles between which I must still manoeuvre, I am most definitely on my way back to the land of the living, and it’s about time…

The Process Of Being…

May 30th, 2011

This particular photo, which served as a test shot for a potential pictorial in a certain magazine which shall remain nameless (we couldn’t come to terms on the technical aspects, as I insisted upon utilizing my own photographer and location), was taken in July, 2004. I shot it myself in my garage, and though my photography skills were still a work in progress at the time, the image itself does an excellent job of capturing my physique at the time. Granted, this is only the top half of the photo, otherwise you would indeed know that, along with the cowboy hat, I am also wearing boots.

Why is any of this important, you ask? In following my current fitness regiment, I have now lowered my body fat to the same percentage it was at the time of my exploits as a naked cowboy in a garage, which makes it the lowest it’s been in nearly seven years. Granted, I’ve maintained various degrees of fit in that time, but due to my extended forays into building muscle (and the hard lessons learned along the way), I had not been as lean as I had once been until now. Overall, I have no regrets regarding my decision to add significant quantities of bulk, simply due to the fact that I currently look better than I did in 2004. Basically, look at this photo, and imagine me with 25-30 lbs, additional muscle mass. Hellz fucking yeah!

Obviously, this calls for some new (nude?) photos. Due to the fact that my current residence (both inside, and out) isn’t exactly conducive to halfway-decent photography (and I am NOT about to start posing for camera phone, bathroom mirror shots), it may be a couple more weeks until that happens. And since I’m not ending my pursuit of shred, it’ll be interesting what that delay allows me to (not) bring to the table. In any event, this is a huge development for me, both as a professional entertainer, and as an individual afflicted with body dysmorphic disorder. It’s especially nice on that latter point, as my constant self-critiquing in any available mirror has tempered substantially. It’s the sort of thing which makes me actually look forward to going out in public.

Speaking of which… the process of my own personal evolution has brought me to a number of important realizations which go beyond how good I look naked. Essentially, I’ve recently come to develop a strategy which involves the significant growth of my entrepreneurial passions, and they’re all represented in a fashion which has them complementing one another as well. Studio Nouveauté is there, and so is BodyRoxxx Male + Female Strippers, as I push forward in my ongoing quest to earn a comfortable living via doing things which I enjoy doing on a personal level. Even as my own worst critic, when I take an objective look at all the skills and talents I bring to the table, it becomes painfully obvious that I will only be killing time until I stand up and take the world by the throat.

I’ve always loved the nightlife, particularly when I play an instrumental role in development and execution of a successful entertainment endeavour. I’ve enjoyed past glory in conceiving, marketing, and leading the charge across a variety of nightlife entertainment mediums, and it’s something I simply love doing. Ergo, I am currently pursuing oodles of potential options of getting back to where I need to be, and moving it forward. It’s definitely vital where my multimedia aspirations are concerned, as it’s never too early to carve out and define the products and services which I specialize in marketing, and nightlife is definitely one of these preferred areas of focus. After all, I certainly know the sort of accounts I don’t want (as in anything to do with: families, children, religion, or politics), so it only makes sense that I start drawing my line in the sand ASAP…

Promise Fulfilled…

May 30th, 2011

As I compose this particular blog entry to songs by Naked Eyes and When In Rome which contain the word promise in the title, a blog title is indeed born. This is exactly the sort of inspiration which can strike when one has the entire Living In Oblivion collection upon one’s hard drive, but I digress…

In any event, I have admittedly been slow in updating this blog as of late, with my excuses having to do with enduring the stresses of life’s relentless foibles. As can be seen directly to your left (no, your other left…), I attended my GED graduation ceremony this month, and delivered a kick ass valedictorian speech to boot. As the class salutatorian (who delivered his speech immediately preceding mine) was a homeless gentleman wrangling his life back on track, I no doubt had a tough act to follow on stage. Still, I managed to rise to the occasion in typical Stefanese fashion by unleashing upon an unsuspecting audience a heavy-handed speech which was certainly not devoid of neither arrogance, nor big words. Did you honestly expect anything less from the man whose web articles on strippers were determined to utilize the English language at a “college/doctorate” level?

The true highlight of this graduation ceremony was my (along with the aforementioned salutatorian) being awarded a two year academic scholarship to my alma mater in progress. Not only is payment for all remaining classes for my A.A.S. now covered, but I will also be able to take two additional semesters of core classes online to put towards a eventual bachelor’s degree. Although I have no idea where I will go to pursue such a degree, or in what discipline it will be (I would like to continue upon my current path of mass communication with emphasis upon film and video production, but anything could happen…), it’s still a nice piece of peace of mind to have in my corner at this time.

I alluded earlier to daily stresses in my life at this time, yet (and this is where the promise theme of this entry comes into play) I am continually finding myself pushing forward by leaps and bounds on a multitude of (eminence?) fronts. At the risk of coming off as incredibly self-serving (Too late? Damn…), and speaking as my own worst critic, I believe I am finally making the transition from being a hot mess of raw potential, to possessing an incredibly polished set of fierce skills. Between my strides taken across the entire spectrum of multimedia (film, music, design, etc…), my ever-growing entrepreneurial and marketing sensibilities, to the fact that I’m currently weighing in at 205 lbs. with a mere 7% body fat (hey, ladies…), and I’m quickly being whisked through the night on a biscuit train with gravy wheels (I know what I wrote). These various points will be covered more in-depth on an individual basis in the days to come…

A Validation Of My Fancy Book Learnin’…

May 10th, 2011

Having just completed writing my GED valedictorian speech, which I will be delivering this Thursday evening, I have come to reflect for a moment upon all through which I have gone throughout the 16 years since I dropped out of high school. While there have certainly been a handful of impressive highs, I have also experienced many lows, some of which can honestly be tied to my lack of formal education all those years. While my entrepreneurial spirit, combined with my knack for closing the deal (when it comes to products and services in which I truly believe) kept me afloat for quite some time despite my total lack of educational credentials, I indeed missed out on many an opportunity which not only would’ve benefited me on a superficial (read: financial) level, but could have very well allowed me to more effectively pursue my own creative and professional visions.

Now, with both a high school diploma, and one full year of college to my credit (no pun intended), I definitely find myself on a biscuit train with gravy wheels (yes, that was intentional) as I continue to expand my horizons via the vast quantities of knowledge I am continually gaining. Yes, there was a time when, despite my never-ending quest for skills and knowledge acquired entirely through my own volition, I truly believed that formal education simply was not for me. The combination of being mostly under-fucking-whelmed academically throughout public school, my personal disdain towards the idea of spending my life in a corporate work environment, and my position as a dangerous outsider found to be downright intimidating where most teachers and fellow students were concerned reinforced this ideal deep into my subconscious. Besides, it wasn’t as if I was ever an unintelligent individual: I knew all my basics, devoted much time to the arts, learned as much (if not more) about business than many people holding college degrees in the discipline, and have executed a hell of a lot of writing. And the lack of formal education played well into my young adult stance as a self-styled, rock & roll bad boy (which, now that I read that back, comes off as incredibly short-sighted and ignorant on my part), so there you have it.

I should mention a couple of points which also contributed to my delayed resumption of going to school, and both are college-related. For the longest time, I had no idea that I could actually attend college (and on a full-time basis, no less) without spending any money out of pocket. I never really understood the details of acquiring student loans, and knew absolutely nothing about grants (Pell, or otherwise), as no one ever bothered to inform me of all this, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to research it on my own (which will be explained by my second point). In fact, about 12 years ago, I entertained the idea of enrolling into an art school in Denver to pursue a degree plan which was very similar to the one for which I am halfway through at the moment. Due to what I have learned since then, I do not exaggerate in the slightest when I say that the advisor to whom I spoke totally dropped the ball in getting me to enroll. In a nutshell, she never even broached the subject of financial aid, and left me under the impression that I would have to somehow bankroll the entire tuition and other expenses from my own pocket, while being responsible for my own survival at the same time. In hindsight, this woman is pretty much a worthless piece of shit in my opinion, and should not be allowed anywhere near a higher learning institution, but I digress…

The other point to be made is that I had absolutely no idea that there were so many options when it came to pursuing a degree in my chosen discipline of film and video production. With the exception of expensive film schools on the coasts, and the aforementioned art school in Denver, I was under the impression that the only degree plans available at most colleges were based upon studies which would lead to (for my purposes) incredibly unappealing careers in accounting, middle-management, and the like. Filmmaking is, of course, a practice which has long held my attention, but I was under the impression that going to school to learn more about it was completely out of the question due to tuition costs, and lack of availability. Not only have I discovered that this is indeed untrue, but I’m currently pursuing an education in filmmaking at a school which is both affordable (especially with grants and loans), and through an excellent program which actually encourages hands-on training and experience right from the start. After all, I was afforded the opportunity to produce and direct a short film utilizing my entire Video Production I class as crew in only my first year.

Short story long, I have absolutely no regrets to this point about my decision to give formal education another shot. Unlike in the past, I’m being challenged every day as I gain oodles of new skills and knowledge when it comes to not only film and video production, but multimedia technologies (which, in fact, is the title of my soon-to-be A.A.S. degree)  in general. Perhaps more importantly: After all the adversity with which I have had to deal over the past few years (particularly when it comes to dwindling business due to a combination of a horrible economy, and my ongoing battles with body dysmorphic disorder), I desperately needed a test of genuine success in order to find the strength to begin the long and hard journey out of the pit of despair in which I have resided for quite some time. In fact, when it comes to the latter point, it alone makes this entire experience an invaluable investment unto myself.

Anyway, if any of the few (if any) people who read this blog are ever so interested, here is my valedictorian speech in full:

First off, I believe this graduating class should give thanks to the incredible staff at the SAU Tech Adult Education Center, as their devotion to education and personal empowerment makes our shared achievement possible. Credit also goes to the state of Arkansas, for both realizing the importance of a high school education for its citizens, and going the extra mile to ensure that its GED program is accessible to everyone by being free-of-charge, and presenting a true academic challenge to its participants. Arkansas is indeed leading the way when it comes to this program, and has set an example which all other states would be wise to follow.

There is no singular, one-size-fits-all path for everyone when it comes to accomplishing any objective in life, and earning a high school diploma is no exception. I dropped out of public school as soon as I turned sixteen, partly due to an immediate need to enter the workforce in order to begin earning a living, but also because I had long found myself mostly unchallenged and, to be honest, flat out bored by my education experience to that point. I certainly never stopped learning during this time, as I’ve always been an avid reader on a variety of subjects, which is simply due to my voracious appetite for knowledge. There was a time when, despite my lack of a high school diploma, I enjoyed significant professional success as an employee, and an entrepreneur.

Obviously, the past few years have been rather trying for all of us in many respects, particularly from a financial standpoint. In order to reinvent myself for these changing times, I finally had to confront my long-standing aversions to formal education, and summon the grace and open-mindedness to give education another chance. As I stand here now with not only a high school diploma to my name, but also with one year of college under my belt, I’m ecstatic to say that I have no regrets about my decision to revisit the educational system, and that the successes I have achieved within it to this point have greatly empowered me to move above and beyond the adversities which I have encountered in recent years.

As I look across this room, I see not just the face of each individual graduate, but also a collection of fascinating stories from all walks of life. While every single person graduating has his or her own individual reason for achieving their high school diploma, whether to secure more lucrative employment, to pursue higher education, or for the personal satisfaction of the accomplishment, we have each taken a significant step forward in our respective lives, and each one of us is a better person for it. Of course, the concept of education does not end here, nor is it limited to the classroom. The pursuit of knowledge is essential to our individual growth, and it is vital to our freedom. You have all proven yourselves successful in rising above an unlimited variety of circumstances in order to be here tonight, and it is my great honor to acknowledge this.

My appreciation to anyone who managed to stay awake during my spiel…

School’s Out, Ketogenic Dieting & More…

April 30th, 2011

And in what seems like (at least, at this moment) the blink of an eye, I have now completed one full year of college. It’s not just the fact that I now have one year in the can, but also how quickly my attitude towards higher education changed so quickly. If someone had told me exactly one year ago that, at this very moment in time I would have a high school diploma and be halfway towards an associate’s degree, I seriously would have informed this person that they were totally fucked in the head.

Truth be told, underneath the surface, this entire experience has been rather trying at times; particularly at the beginning, when I was most definitely the walking definition of a fish out of water. Not only was I essentially a stranger in a strange land, but I was entirely unsure of how others would react to me. Fortunately, I’d say the majority of students and faculty I’ve come to know at this institution have come to recognize and respect both my artistic vision, and my penchant for being rather temperamental at times. Yes, I can be temperamental at times.

While the summer break will be nice in regards to taking a breather from my studies (especially with the variety of final projects I had to complete by last Wednesday), I am also looking forward to my second year of school, and walking out of there at this time next year with my A.A.S. in Multimedia Technologies (with emphasis in Film & Video Production) in my hand. Where my education goes from there is still anyone’s guess; I’ll probably still continue to take classes as I work towards a bachelor’s degree, but this objective will most likely be pursued on a decidedly part time basis.

At the same time I’ve been wrapping up my freshman year, I’ve also been knee deep (in the hoopla) of cutting my body fat. I’m pleased to say that I’ve made significant progress over the past two weeks, and this is due to my adopting a ketogenic diet. For those of you who aren’t in the know: A ketogenic diet is built upon a caloric consumption which is high protein, high (mostly unsaturated) fat, and low carbohydrate. For someone who is as carb sensitive as me, this diet has definitely worked wonders not only for the loss of body fat, but also for my energy level and overall sense of physical well-being.

Where my fitness goals are concerned, I now find myself not only on the road to dropping my body fat percentage to its lowest level in seven years, but I’m reaching it at a significantly faster pace than I did in the past. As a result, I’m already as lean as I was when the above photo was taken, and I’m definitely within spitting distance of achieving a totally bitchin’ cut. As clichéd as it sounds, I am oh so close to being in the best shape of my life…