Things are going from bad to worse at the Chateau de Vaughan. My attempts at arranging a photoshoot before I go into hibernation have fallen flat twice now. I’m not feeling in the best of health either. Methinks I’m going to find this winter particularly depressing.
So the age verification systems due to be enforced on all UK porn sites in April as part of the Digital Economy Act is to be delayed until later in the year so that further “public consultation” can take place. Good job. I’ve not heard anybody who has a clue how it is going to work and that includes the overpaid members of the quango charged with setting it up and policing it.
Booking a fresh face is stressful, you never know what’s going to turn up, if at all. There is the possibility that their portfolio shots are a fantasy concocted in Photoshop and that’s why I find selfies shot on a mobile to be a far better guide. Looking good in a photo is one thing but how well can they pose? In the good old days I had the patience to help a new model along but Mr Grumpy Old Big Ears is a bit on the snappy side and likely to upset a delicate flower. Thinking back to these 4 ladies I can just about recall 2 of them giving me a few minor headaches, I will leave it to you to guess which 2, but I still ended up with usable adult content so no big dramas.
Well I finally got off my fat arse and had an adventure. When I say got off my arse I mean I sat on several trains for over 8 hours taking a day return to Skegness. My mission was to see the sea, tricky thing at Skeggy, it involves what seems to be a 1/2 mile hike over heavy wet sand to reach the shore line. Beautiful, I can stare at the sea for hours, well under an hour on this occasion because I wanted to get home at a reasonable time. The town was busy, so busy I had to use my elbows to fight my way down the high street, but on reaching the beach it was deserted except for me and a couple of others. Okay the weather was a touch blowy, or should that be bracing, but that’s no excuse for not wanting to enjoy the views of the Lincs Offshore Wind Farm and the muddy coloured North Sea. Rob chastised me for airing my opinions on Brighton so I won’t say anything against Skegness. Fuck it! I’ve never seen so many ugly people gathered in one place!
In the comments on the last post Rob asked a question about how many pictures I expect to take in a session and how many would I cull so as to retained a record from which to select the shots I post here.
This is not easy to answer because every session is different. I have in my mind a rough idea of what I want to shoot but no detailed plan so how many shots are taken depends on a number of circumstances including my mood, how the model is performing, and if I know the model, how much time is spent gossiping. For a 3 hour session it can vary between less than 200 to around 500 snaps. I would guesstimate that over 95% of the shots will never see the light of day, I am very fussy on what gets seen. Except for the obvious ugly shots and technical failures, which are destroyed immediately, culling the photos always takes place at a much later date. My opinion on what is good or bad is coloured by my memory of the session so I like a long cooling off period before deciding what gets the scissor treatment.
I hope this explains my rather slapdash method of working Rob and if anyone else has a question feel free to ask them in the comment sections and I will do my best to answer.