We’d walked from the first arrondissement up to Pigalle in the 18th, stood outside the Moulin Rouge (a landmark in the history of sexualized spectacle) and then looked for an hourly hotel.
What we left on the editing room floor: Me fiddling with the manual exposure knob for 20 minutes while wondering what the precise technical definition of sundown is. (Every single second of the sex footage remains intact.)
This place was built by Bob Guccione: a pioneer of sexually explicit imagery. But I couldn’t dig up any explicit videos from the hotel. So I had to have sex in it. And it had to be on camera.