The Photography Show at the NEC Birmingham starts this weekend. Anyone going? When I was given free tickets I was a regular but having to pay puts me off mainly because I’m not in the market for any new equipment. Nowadays I’m of the view that when it comes to shooting pretty girls all cameras are much of a muchness and in many cases your mobile phone is plenty good enough if you only upload to the web.
I’m getting more than a little fed up of models who try to conceal the fact that they have tattoos. My castings clearly state I’m seeking models without large tattoos but I end up having to go through the applicants’ profiles with a fine-tooth comb because they don’t bother to tick the I have tattoos box and their portfolio photos are shot or edited in such a way to hide the evidence. Let the buyer beware is my new motto.
While rummaging through one of my backup hard drives I found these 2 contrasting models. In the old days I did an occasional movie shoot for other people of up-and-coming porn starlets. Before the action started I liked to take a few snaps with a compact camera for my own collection. The first set are just that, albeit rather poor snaps. The second set are from a housewife photo shoot, as I have indicated in the past, not one of my favourite subjects. Although the talent is completely different there is a common thread to both these sessions. The performances weren’t for me, I was just operating the camera.
What the fuck is that all about. I get an uncontrollable urge to laugh whenever a photographer or model use the phrase. Does your house have a boudoir? Do you know anyone who lives in a house with a boudoir? Very unlikely. Let’s just cut through the arty-farty bullshit and call it what it really is. Wishy-washy soft porn.