My idea for this blog was always to be diversified and cover equipment, instruction, and occasionally even this photographer’s philosophy and stories. Since Halloween isn’t far away I thought I would share a ghost story from the Michael Jackson shoot with you. I was hired to be the set photographer on the Dome Project, at the time a secret shoot at Culver City Studios, the first two weeks of June 2009, just a week before Michael passed away. Michael was redoing 3 classic songs of his including Thriller, updated and in 3D. They were to be part of the planned final London shows. I was staying at an old, but, well preserved landmark hotel very close to the studio. This hotel which I will not mention the actual name of had been around since the days of Chaplin and was the home to many a movie star of eras yesterday and today. I told the front desk I needed a wake up call at 6am Monday since there was 7am call at the studio. Rumor had it I was in a room on an upper floor that had once been the favorite of the film siren, Greta Garbo. Considering the next day on the set and first day of the job, I was excited and not just a little anxious, but, I managed to fall asleep. Before I knew it the phone was ringing… my wake-up call. At the moment I thought it was quaint that the ring was so old fashioned. I showered quick and grabbed my photo gear and headed out. Once downstairs the lobby was dark … it was obviously still dark out and that didn’t compute with the wake-up call. I asked the front desk what time it was and they told me 3:30. What? I inquired why they called me at the wrong time. They checked their list and said I was on schedule to be called at 6. I said they already called me. They said it was all automated, and they had never had that complaint before. So, I went back to me room bummed that I might not get back to sleep and would be dragging the first day. Once I got to my room and opened the door there was a distinct smell of women’s perfume. Odd, since I wear no scents at all. And the water from the toilet was recycling like someone had just flushed the toilet. I was definitly a little spooked. I was able to get back to sleep. Then when the 6 am wake-up call happened it was a completely different modern ring. Hmm I always kid with people that I have shared a bed with Greta Garbo.