Tony’s Travel Journal
Backstory
I've talked before about how some of the best stuff happens once the cameras stop rolling and I'd have to say that once we were done shooting the meal scene with Bill Murray for Monday's Hudson Valley show, what happened next was one of those times: He had to be in New York pretty quickly. I was headed home. Producer Tom Vitale had a rented SUV parked outside for just that situation and the three of us piled into the car, Tom at the wheel, me riding shotgun, Bill in the back.
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Working in a Coal Mine
The early, pre-production stage of No Reservations, where we decide what our next locations will be, is a complex and deliberate process.
Actually...no. It's not.
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Crystal Blue Persuasion
I'm not kidding about the color in Brittany. Everything is blue. It's a cinematographer's wet dream, a palette of dark blues, light blues and blue grays that forces everyone to unconsciously dress to match the surroundings. Against a background of ocean and sky, I look around at my crew and realize that all of us are appropriately and exclusively garbed in near matching shades of navy and gunmetal. You don't think about it. When you wake up in Brittany, somehow, the color orange never occurs to you. Heading out the door in yellow or bright green or even brown would feel disrespectful of the elements.
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Stupid From the Sun
The azure waters of the Caribbean lie flat and barely moving outside my window. Somewhere, a reggae band is tuning up. Elsewhere on the property, Eric Ripert, Jose Andres, Grant Achatz, Dean Fearing and David Chang are preparing delicious things to eat.
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The Snowman's Revenge
There are two semicircular rings between my eyes where the skin is broken, the result of a telescopic sight recoiling off my skull, and my right shoulder is a yellow/brown/purplish color from the impact of the stock.
I've been blowing the heads off snowmen after a hearty breakfast of pheasant, moose, eggs and Crown Royal and this, I guess is what happens. Frosty's Revenge as it were. But I've got no regrets about all the maiming and decapitating. I'm pretty sure they would have killed me if they could.
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