I had a very rough Saturday. I shot with two women at one of their homes early in the morning. I brought champagne and orange juice, and maybe a half gallon of vodka, too. So mimosas and shooting and then screwdrivers, I think, out by the pool. And then is was late afternoon and the girls wanted to do shots, and holy shit things went wrong. I can't tell you how wrong, but I was sure I was finished with photography and everything else. I had forgotten my wallet and drove one drunk girl home, but she didn't have her glasses, so I had to drive back and get them. I had a little cash and bought some gas, but I wasn't sure if it was going to be enough for all the long distance trips I was making. Of course I got lost and drove twice as far as I needed to.
When I finally got back to my part of town, rattled, I went to a local place to eat. I had not eaten all day. No one had, which is what made the drinking become so awful. I ate and had a restorative beer, then went home and began drinking again because what else is there to do.
I felt like shit Sunday morning. Maybe you are supposed to. But I did, and I had a shoot in the studio at 10:30. I didn't want to go, but of course I would. I have not been sleeping well and did not sleep well the night of the drunken day, and before I went to the studio, I went for a run to try to sweat out the toxins and the shakes.
The women who came to shoot was a mother and into fetish. I do not like FetCon and FetLife or any of that though many of the models I shoot with do It gives me the creeps, I told her. I do not like slavery and everything about fetish shoots reminds me of that. No, I have no interest.
But we were not going to shoot anything like that, and I handed her a skirt with a liner and she put it on in such a way that it looked like a beautiful dress and she was such a striking model that I was happy she came. She was a tremendous model and a wonderful woman and a mother who will bring her son to the studio to shoot with us some day.
I have spent enough time with people now. It is too much work. I am happy to be home alone.
Haha...Brilliant idea!
ReplyDeleteI had a drunk model once, I hope that was the first and last time...
A couple of the photos were okay... but, I was still sober.
Drunk photographer, drunk models...
Can't wait to see the photos... IF you have any.
:-P
Have a good day, Selavy!
I hope your poor head feels a bit better by now.
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Probably none to show. It was a disaster.
ReplyDeleteForgive me if I don't believe you!
ReplyDelete:-P
Why not?
ReplyDeleteBecause I think they could drop you in Afghanistan, drunk or not, and you would still come home with sexy nudes.
Have good day, Selavy!
XXX
I loved the photos of this girl. Small rosebud mouth, wholesome womanly figure, great skin tone, her expression is priceless. Looks a little like pictures I've seen of my mother from the early 1950's.
ReplyDeleteShe actually looks like someone I could see in the Kroger produce department, reaching for bell peppers on her way home to make dinner for the brats in public school. Just want to put my arms around her and kiss her full on the mouth, and tell her that she still does something to a stranger like me. That is strange, isn't it. SouthernMan