Model photography and whatnot

So as you’ve probably surmised, I no longer shoot street photography. There are a number of reasons why I’m not. One is a lack of time. Another is a lack of interest. I really don’t see myself spending hours on end sitting around photographing people on Lincoln Road or walking around the usual spots, though I may go out on occasion. I do, however, have an interest in shooting themed concepts. And I’ve had a few nifty ideas here and there, but I’ve not taken any time to pursue those projects.

The photography that I am focused on (and will continue to focus on more heavily) is model photography and erotica. In November, I shot Nella. And a couple of weeks ago, right before Christmas, I shot Jess and Katie. In case some of you that visit have some anticipation about when I’m going to finish these sets, I’ll give you my list of priorities: Nella’s photography and videos will be in very limited release, meaning that I’m not going to publish a large portion of her photographs (and likely no more video), until the release of Oculus. At that time, the film and related photography will all be available at once. Same with other models I shoot for Oculus and other related footage. Kind of like bonus material.

As for Jess and Katie, both of them (as is the case with every model I shoot), I shot for very different reasons. They have somewhat equal priority for me in terms of completion, though it is highly likely that I will finish Jess’ photos first.

In fact, I only have three more sets of photos of Jess to work through, having just finished the Creamy White set (minus the forthcoming video). Oh yeah, there will be at LEAST three more videos of Jess coming, possibly five. It depends on what I want to do.

As for Katie, I’ll be putting her videos together before I ever finish the photos.

And Nella? I WILL release new photos of her from time to time (like now), but like I said, most of it will be much later.

So there you have it. Model photography. That is my focus. Street photography, no. Also, as I mentioned a while back (before things got funkily funky), I’ll eventually be leaving ipanemic. Now that I’m moving away, I’m trying to sort out components in my life and get everything in it’s proper place before I leave. My intention with this site is to keep it alive, but I won’t be feeding it anything new. Rather it will serve as sort of an archival point for my street photography and older works. The blog, I will be taking down in all likelihood, as I won’t be writing here any longer as I begin to make some adjustments in my life.

Four people I want to meet.

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If you’ve been following along, then you most likely know that I drive a scooter around for my day job, delivering sandwiches and whatnot. To start 2012 off properly, I’ve decided to set aside some one-on-one time in my calendar to meet with some of you who I see out and about. If you are one of the four people listed below, please contact me so that we can schedule an appointment.

1) When you’re waiting at a stoplight about five to six cars back, do you lay into your horn the millisecond the light changes? You do? Great, glad to have found you! Please come see me at once so I can punch you in the throat. You idiot.

2) If you like to ride your bicycle on busy or narrow sidewalks, I very much want to meet you. You know, it’s funny: you NEVER see bike lanes on sidewalks, do you? Let’s meet on Thursday so that I can punch you in the throat. Please ride your bicycle blindfolded in the wrong lane of traffic on the way over.

3) Am I right in front of you on my scooter? Is there a car in front of me that you believe is holding up traffic? Did you put all of your weight for as long as possible into the horn so you could get that person out of your way? You’ll have to see me next week, I’m booked solid punching other people in the throat.

4) Is that a motorcycle you’re driving? No? Then it must be a scooter! No wait, that’s not a scooter, either. Why, I know what that is! You’re driving a car! Yet you’ve taken all four of the motorcycle parking spots because you were thoughtless and a douche. I can fit you in today.

If you happen to be a personal friend of mine and you are guilty of any of these things, please don’t tell me. I will lose sooooo much respect for you. Just very inconsiderate of others.. I like to think that my friends are better than this, though. I hope. Like I said, don’t tell me.

Camera phone photo of one of the catchier advertisements posted outside of the restaurant. Jewelry designer. Recommend visiting, though not safe for work: Sophia Morte

Fetish

I’m going to be shooting more fetish-type stuff. More erotica. Photos and video.

Jess was sort of my testcase model for whether or not I wanted to shoot models in masks. Test results obviously came back positive. Masks will be something I will be incorporating more of in future shoots, in addition to focusing on other singular fetishes.

That’s all.

Christmas

When I woke up on Christmas morning, my eyes opened to a cockroach laying on its back on the floor beside my bed, legs twitching slowly as though it had been trying for a while to right itself and was slowly wearing down.

Sigh.

“Good morning, I guess then, cockroach.

I think about this scenario.

“How is it that I’m waking up to you on Christmas morning and not next to someone I love? This seems so horrifically sad, you must want me to laugh, universe.”

No reply. Just twitching.

I sat up, took stock of my surroundings, thought about the day ahead. I wondered if the cockroach had crawled across my bed during the night. I once read somewhere that a person will, throughout the course of their life, eat eight spiders on average while sleeping. I never want to know what that number is for cockroaches. (Bugs rarely visit me in my apartment, though I expect one to stop by from time to time. This IS an old building and there do seem to be a number of places where they can enter.)

I close my eyes and shake my head. “Too early for this.”
I made coffee, logged in, sent cockroach away to a better place, and began my day. Four hours until I had to be at work.

I sat down at the computer and checked the usual spots. Flickr. Facebook. SFDB. It’s the weekend, so WWTDD isn’t updating. And Google completely screwed the interface for the reader over, so forget that. Oh, Christmas presents!

I gathered up the boxes of Christmas presents I had brought back on the train from my trip up north and unwrapped them next to me on the bed. Socks. Cash. A box of “After Eight” dinner mints; something I’ve gotten in my stocking every year since childhood. Cologne. Etc. Score!

At 9:30ish, I started laundry. Worked on images and videos of Jess and Katie. Photographed my last, uneaten donut. Wrote my Christmas post. I was scheduled to work-work and I wondered if I could just be on call during the day since it was Christmas and probably wouldn’t be too busy. I called the restaurant. I could be. Great. More time to work on videos.

Laundry finished. Showered, shaved. I debated calling my son throughout the morning but didn’t want to chance waking him. I decided I would wait until after 3. The folks were in church. I would talk to them later, too.

Focus on Jess’ video. Called in four times for deliveries during the day shift. I wished everyone I saw a Merry Christmas. Or Happy Holiday, depending. I thought about how I’m not fooling anyone saying “Happy Holidays” on Christmas. Everyone knows that it’s Christmas. I hoped it didn’t cause anyone a moment of stress.

To some of the regular people I see (concierges/security guards/doormen), I gave warmer than normal greetings and was greeted back in the same manner. Warm smiles. I see them far more often than I see any friends. People on elevators were more friendly than normal. The holiday has that effect, thankfully. Even in South Beach.

During my break, I work on videos some more. Call my son. Call my parents.

A slow night back at work. On the way home, I stop by the drugstore for milk and cigarettes.

“Merry Christmas, man,” I say to the younger gentleman that works part-time at the drugstore.
“Same to you, bro.”

Friendly. We talk for a bit about nothing important. Not a memory worth preserving, though it was a pleasant moment.

I get milk. I get cigarettes. I head home and begin once more with photos and video.

Christmas has passed.

(Katie excerpt)

Merry Christmas and here’s a donut.

Holiday Lights, no. 591

So Merry Christmas, to those among you who celebrate the holiday. I celebrate the giving and receiving of gifts, mostly. Not really celebrate so much as spaz out when I wake up on Christmas morning. Though I don’t really spaz out so much anymore as just wake up and say to myself, “YESSSSSS! Christmas! Time to open some presents!”

I’ll be honest: That really wasn’t the Christmas image that I wanted to use as my Christmas greeting.

Around this time of year, the sexy holiday photos start showing up everywhere and almost always I cringe. Scantily-clad women in red furry lingerie with a “I’ve been naughty this year” look. It’s been done to death and they don’t strike me. Though the sexy sentiment is nice, I suppose. But I did have an idea that I was really okay with: a scantily- or not-at-all-clad woman enjoying a donut with Christmas sprinkles!!! Seemed like a pretty awesome idea to me. Nothing says Christmas more than sexy donut photos!

In the past week, I had two shoots with two different models. I was going to shoot the donut series with the first model, Jess, but unfortunately, we ran out of time. Same thing happened with Katie in the second shoot.

Frownie face goes here.

In lieu of sexy donut photos, here’s a non-sexy photo of a donut. Merry Christmas!!!!
Holiday Donut

Jess, the model from the first shoot, actually took one of the photos of her and altered it to use as her Christmas Card. And it’s kind of cute. So here’s that. I wanted to go more sexy, though, with it. Something like this. Only with a donut. That would’ve totally said, “Hello. I’m sexy Christmas and I’m eating a donut!”

Maybe next year.

The entry that never was

On the train ride back, I spent a lot of the time working on the video below, finishing it up last night before going to sleep. It’s a video I put together from a bikini shoot in early November. I want to tell you the story behind this, though, as it was tragically all wrong.

The Competition

While online one day in late October, I learned that Playboy was having a competition: the winner would be a “producer of the day” for Playboy. All contestants had to do was submit a one-and-one-half minute long video of a girl (or girls) in a bikini. Surprisingly, nudity was not allowed in any form in the video entries. I was intrigued. I didn’t have any particular interest in being a producer for a day but I thought, “What a great opportunity to make an impression and perhaps get on board with Playboy. For more than a day.” It would be a career move that wouldn’t be far out of line with what I do. Actually, it was pretty well in line with what I do and I saw a great opportunity before me.

I looked at the entries that had already been submitted; they were all shared online alongside the contest. I looked at all of them. I was dumbfounded. “No. There’s no way this is going to be this easy.” With the exception of one or two videos out of about fifty to one-hundred, the competition consisted primarily of absurdly amateur videos shot with point-and-shoot cameras walking around girls while they swayed their hips back and forth in someone’s junked-up back yard or in a park.

“No. It’s not possible,” I thought in disbelief. I was ecstatic!! Bikini shoots aren’t really my thing, but I do sexy well, and so I KNEW I could do this. I had this in the bag!!! So I embarked on the endeavor with more “seriousness” than I do with most shoots. I decided upfront on three things:

  1. I would pay a model to shoot to ensure that I had a quality and dedicated model.
  2. I would hire a makeup artist to ensure that the model was flawless in video.
  3. I would buy the appropriate bikini to make sure every element of sexiness was captured in ninety seconds.

Jess

The Making of a Video

I posted a casting call on ModelMayhem. I had a few responses and in making a final decision on who to shoot, it was the eyes of the model that sold me. The model was Jess. While I don’t always place a strong emphasis on eyes in shoots, no matter how great a model’s assets, it is ALWAYS the eyes that sells them to the fan or to the viewer. Beautiful eyes always captivate.

As it turned out, one of the other applicants was also a MUA, or makeup artist. I looked at her work and opted to hire her to do the makeup. I spent almost twice as much on the MUA as I did on the model, deciding that I wanted two different looks: one very simple, and one more dramatic.

The final definite investment in this project was buying the bikini. I already knew what I wanted and where I would buy it. There’s a GREAT bikini shop (with all styles from micro to full-coverage bikinis) on 7th between Washington and Collins Ave. You could probably guess which way I went in terms of coverage. I bought two bikinis to be safe and a sarong that matched both. Sol De Mar is the name of the shop. Highly recommend. And the owner is incredibly sweet and designs the bulk of what is sold in the shop.

With that, I was nearly done. I only had to find the location for the shoot. In my mind, I already had the perfect location given the bikini. I had a hotel in mind whose colors and style would compliment perfectly. That would be another expense. I intended to rent a room for the day so the model had somewhere to change and the MUA had a place where she could work.

Everything was in place. But then…

The Issues

I knew one of the guys who worked at the desk of the hotel and he had often invited me to come talk to him if I ever wanted to do a shoot there. In fact, I may have initiated that conversation. But I couldn’t get hold of him. I tried to reach the manager to talk about shooting there, but she was impossible to reach and didn’t return my efforts to communicate with her.

OK, that’s fine. Even though it would’ve been ideal, I could find a place. I didn’t want to just do a bikini shoot on the beach. I wanted something more inspired.

I had scoped out Key Biscayne and had found a great place under an overpass (the first bridge going across after the toll) but wasn’t entirely sold on it for this shoot. Wanting to shoot this video soon so that I could start editing (the bulk of the work), I finally decided that we would shoot there.

The day of the shoot, everyone arrived. I was a couple of minutes late. The MUA had transportation issues and so was relatively late. But it was fine. It gave me time to get acquainted with the model and look more at the location and begin to plan shots. While we waited, I showed the model the bikinis I had for the shoot. We had discussed it ahead of time and, much to my chagrin, she wasn’t certain that she could wear them because of the limited coverage. We talked about what bikinis she owned and as she described them to me, I told her which ones to bring. She had said to bring the ones I had purchased just to see.

She saw and she wasn’t comfortable. I was a little disheartened by that, but I figured that I could always use them in some other shoot with another model. They are very sexy bikinis. But incredibly skimpy. Anyway, I don’t like to make anyone uncomfortable and certainly not a model I’m shooting, so that was that.

The makeup artist showed up, and got to work immediately on the first look. Unfortunately for her, the only place she had to work was in the model’s car parked under a bridge with both of them in their front seat. She did great work. But I think that it was a struggle for her working in those conditions.

There were a few people about when we started. A man fishing. A couple who had taken their lunch break to make out ferociously in the small parking lot under the bridge. A family eating lunch. All of them eventually left during the shoot.

The Shoot

The shoot itself was actually fine. There’s always the first few minutes of shooting when the model and photographer aren’t quite in sync and neither is as relaxed as they should be. At least, that’s been my experience. Almost always, with rare exception, the first photos from a shoot are throwaways. The feeling isn’t there.

Four hours after we started, we were done. After getting home, I dumped the remaining images to my laptop and started looking through them. Great shots. And the raw video footage looked pretty good. Cool. I’ve got it.

The Terrible, Terrible Failure

And this is where the real tragedy comes in. Foolishness on my part. I went back online to look once more at the competition. To look again at the details.

The deadline for entry was the day before.

Somehow, I had failed to look at that one kind of important fact. So I just blew a TON of money for a bikini shoot. For nothing. And it was money spent on a bikini shoot! It’s rare that I pay anyone to shoot anyway, so all of it… I wasn’t real pleased with myself.

Actually, both the model and the makeup artist lost a little patience with me because after releasing just a few photos the first week following the shoot, I stopped working on anything from that day. I lost heart for the whole thing. They kept asking when I was going to have them done. And I kept putting it off.

Eventually, we worked it out, I sent the model a sheet of proofs, the images I had selected as worth processing and publishing, she chose the ones she wanted and I got them done that week. I’ve done a few photos since then. There are still, truthfully, a ton of great images and even still great footage outside of what I used for this video. But I’m unlikely to invest much more energy into the shoot anytime in the near future. The model has all the photos she wants.

And I did eventually put a video together. This is it below. I suppose this would’ve been my submission. If they have another identical contest, perhaps I’ll submit it.

(All of the published photos (and the video) from the shoot can be seen here: Under the Overpass)

The Video