Voyeur thru the Glass Block

I had the idea of using the glass blocks in my bathroom after a shoot where the photographer used tall grass in front of him to suggest a voyeur lurking and watching me from afar.  I thought that a photo taken from outside our bathroom window, viewing me thru the blocks might be fun.

We picked a day when most of my roommates were out of town so as not to disrupt them and distract us. The Photographer arrived bright and early.   He bustled in and got busy putting in lamps and other equipment into the bathroom.  I sat in the living room in my nightgown and bathrobe drinking my first cup of coffee.  I had been up till two so had only gotten six hours sleep.  The house was a disaster, laundry on chairs, dining table covered, unfolded blankets on couch and floor, cups, mail, shoes everywhere.   I am so glad that he has been to my place a couple times before and knew it is not how the place usually looks.  I excused it by saying that the house explodes when I am not around to clean up.  I have been home very little lately because of 12 hour work shifts and a bunch of modeling opportunitites.  Roommates, gotta love them.

One roommate did come home unexpectedly and headed for the bathroom but I stopped her and said, "You'll have to watch out for the lights and equipment in there, or you can wait for about a half hour."  She took one look in the small room and said she would come back when we were finished. The photographer messed with his lenses and other things in the living room. I could tell he was nearly ready for me, so I got moving and I brushed my teeth, put mascara and lipstick then stepped into the bathroom, tossed off my nighty and robe and stepped into the shower and pressed myself near the blocks. I heard him heading for the back door to get on the other side of the open window with the wall between me and the camera. I called to him to just leave the back door open and let the dogs in so they would not bother him.  I was glad the dogs already knew him.

The shoot went well, the lighting he had put near the mirror shined through our glass block wall and illuminated me well.  We took a number of shots, with different poses and facial expressions and angles but it was all very quick.  The set up took a lot more time than the shoot.  The image is somewhat risque but I still feel its quite intriging and tasteful.

Down and Dirty

Fun times, oh boy!  A photographer friend of mine and I were talking awhile back and I mentioned how much I like putting my feet in mud and that some day I want to get all muddy like those women who mud wrestle.  A few days later, he takes me out to a field near his studio and points at a fresh tilled patch of dirt.  I smiled with pleasure as my eyes lit up.  We discussed the logistics of getting water to the dirt and how to facilitate clean up afterwards and which lens he wanted to use so he could photograph my fun.  A couple days later I was naked and rolling around in the mud and it felt so good.  There were small rocks in the mud so the feel was extra gritty, not like the real smooth mud the wrestlers use.  He took shot after shot.  At first I did a bit of posing but eventually I just ignored him and luxuriated in the mud.  God it was good.  The ice cold water out of the garden hose for cleanup was NOT fun but the muddy time was great.

Your Eyes!

He said, "I want to showcase your eyes!  Your eyes!" I told him that would be fine and set up a meeting time.  I wasn't sure what he had in mind when he texted me to bring a sewing kit with black thread and also bring a belly dancing belt he knew that I possessed.  Belt?  For an Eye Showcase?  Ok, strange, but ok. 

I had a number of stops to make on the way to see him.  I rode the train in and the coins and bells kept jingling in my purse.  I wondered if my neighbors on the train could hear them, certainly they could but did they just think it a new train noise or did they wonder about the seemingly innocent woman who sat near, bundled against the weather and clutching a leopard print bag.

I had lunch with a friend.  Reaching in for my wallet set off the musical notes.  He did not ask.  He simply smiled and knew that sometime he would see the photographic result of the jingling.

I stopped at the hair dresser and exchanged business cards while setting an appointment.  She kept her composure and went about entering the data into their system.

A man stopped me requesting fifty cents as I stepped off the train.  The jingling was loud and I smiled in joy to the music as I dug out a dollar, happy that I had some to spare.

I arrive at the studio and the photographer sits me down in a spare room and shows me what needed sewn.  It was an Arabic style head piece. The head piece was a band that went around the head and was connected with thread to a rectangular piece of material that would hide the nose and mouth. It was very severe.  Now the belt made more sense.  He wanted me to wear the head piece and add the belt for a bit more interest.  We tried tying everything a number of different ways.  He would shoot and I would flash my eyes.  We would stop.  I would rearrange.  He would shoot again.  The best of the resulting images definitely showcase my eyes.  In one photo I look seductive, another I look strong and worn, and the third, I look truly exotic. 

The shoot was fun.  They always are.

A Beginning (of sorts)

I started modeling a year ago simply because I wanted sexy pictures to put up on a social site and to send to my deployed husband.  He has since returned home but I am still enjoying posing and seem to be collecting loyal photographers.  While my original photos were nudes or nearly nudes, recently I have begun putting on clothing!  Go figure. LOL. 

I am blogging here simply as a much needed outlet to discuss some of the joy and wonder and craziness of the modeling world as I experience it.