For the past year or so I’ve been professionally photographing naked ladies. It’s been a rewarding adventure – I’ve learned my way around the girl geometry and can now capture its best assets with laser precision. My subjects have been nymphets, goddesses, warriors. However, sometimes, they’re just filthy harpies.
Pina cplada experiment has turned into spiked smoothies. Needs more ice and rum no matter what Veronica says! #
Snapped at The Edison last week. One of the best aerialists I’ve seen; she spun, danced, convulsed with the determination of a thousand furies.
Enroute to seee Kronos Quartet after a hard day’s work. Tonight’s gear is steel grey and deep cherry. # @ Haru Ulala sampling strange milky sake. Sashimi on the way. Kronos was good but their throat singer a mistake. #
Kris Krug was here from Vancouver – on Friday we managed to sneak a mini-shoot at a nearby café, possibly for a new edition of Zo! Style Techinican. Can’t wait to see the rest, especially considering he shot mostly film – a rarity these days. Clavicles.
coffee buzz after a mini shoot at cafe Muse. Also, my accident lawyer wears black nail polish. # @ The Vibe hotel with three naked laydeez. Work can really be a drag, yanno? # @JhnenVee don’t have any rope in the car – will some taffy do? #
The wind is making me uneasy again. It’s not anything specific so much as a general sense of unrest. A hyper-awareness, sensitivity verging on anxiety. It’s not the accident, either – this actually started weeks prior. Something’s brewing, bubbling to the surface. The wind tastes like smoke, jasmine and electricity.
the Edison is packed. Carnies and douches side by side in perfect harmony. The carnies are winning. #