I was fooling around earlier, I had wanted to wear my white bench hoodie for a set but all I got was trout belly back from the flash. So…obviously this is over exposed to shit…but I love it. I might post one more.
Mini Bob Coulter Gallery for anyone who doesn’t know him. He does a site called Crazy Babe. It’s all fetish photography in this really dark cheap motel type way. I love it because it’s totally sleazy and hope the content I shoot on this vacation turns out somewhat like this.
When I was in high school my best friend, Shannon, and I went to separate schools in separate towns within the same school board. It was convenient, because we had all the same curriculum and therefore would only need to do half as much work. We once wrote an English essay together on Fight Club and Firefox, where she read Firefox and I read Fight Club and we wrote our respective parts and just put it together and both handed it in. It worked really well for us. We were a girl gang, committing educational crimes across township lines.
Every time I do a shoot with a naked lady (in this instance the marvelous Faye Daniels) I always have this instinct to act really tough. I constantly arrange myself in a devil-may-care pose and give a lot of hard looks. I don’t really know how to explain this except that maybe I was more influenced by Firefox and Fight Club than I thought.*
*This particular notion is expanded on somewhere else; in a different post for a different day.