Sunday, May 9, 2010

Pink Tape for a pretty girl.

I ended up asking S to let me shoot her for my portfolio and to allow me to begin anew with my photography career and to provide a base for my studio.


She said yes and we followed through with that agreement on Mother's day.


Being a single kinkster does have certain advantages, mainly in that I don't have to worry about potential jealousy. I got my space ready for company and grabbed all the appropriate equipment and headed down to where S was staying.


When I walked in the door, S was ready to go. She was bringing an escort, J, with her for her own reasons. Many photographers don't like the models having an escort for a myriad of reasons. Often times because there was a bad experience with an escort in the past. An escort is somebody that the model brings for their own sense of security, at least that's the intent.

Escorts can go wrong in so many ways, you can get the 'tell me what you're doing' guys, the 'self appointed white knight protector of the virtue' guy, or the 'touch everything oh that just fell' guy.


I don't have an issue with escorts. I just demand a few moments with both the model and the escort before anything else goes on and lay out the rules. The model's comfort level is the ultimate priority at my shoots, if they aren't comfortable then the images aren't going to work, not the escort's. So if the model isn't crying foul, then stay quiet.


If an escort has an idea, then I'm open to it.


And then I go about and talk about the limits I have with the model with the escort right there. That way they have a very clear un

derstanding about what I'm going to be doing with the model.


If the escort objects; then one of two options is available. The escort can leave and not come back, or the shoot is over and I thank them for their time.


Luckily, my terms and limits were acceptable to both S and J.


We shot all over the city. But it was when we got back to my space that things really clicked and went into high gear.


At one point, S's grandmother called during the shoot and instead of pausing and waiting for her to finish her conversation, I plowed on as quietly as possible. That was some fun right there.


If S ever wants to be a fetish model. or a bondage model, or just a regular model, then I will be happy to promote that career.


We ended up talking about M and they were just commenting that M would be all over me in a hot minute if she knew about my kinky side. Buddy, let me tell you that if things work out the way I would like them too... I'll be grinning so big that they'll be able to see it from space.


With that being said; I refuse to get excited about that idea, M and me getting together, because it isn't as likely as I would like it too be.


I cheated on my diet tonight. I got one of my favorite hamburgers from Jack in the Box and I wasn't as happy with the taste of the damn thing as I used to be. I've actually got myself enjoying salads and chicken more than I do hamburgers.


I'm not going to be doing that anymore. ick.


I guess that the next thing on my agenda is to get another job or source of income.

I'm working on the name of my new media company. I've tried Taboo Designs, but that's taken. No Regrets Media; taken.


I'll have to sleep on it.


Tonight I go to bed with a smile on my face with the knowledge of a damn good job done well.


Edit: Google Adsense doesn't like my images. Thus I feel like they're attempting to censor me. So I'm going to let them go.


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