I probably wouldn’t bother shooting a pretty little housewife like this anymore. I’ve become excessively fussy about who gets to lounge bare arsed on my green sofa. I want models who look like models, know a few poses and can produce a decent ratio of good shots to bad with the minimum of fuss. Mind you I get a tiny bit annoyed with myself when I see a fine set of photos of a girl I have rejected out of hand taken by another photographer. What if hey.
What the fuck! Yes I’m talking about the new Nikon D800. File size is something like 76Mb per uncompressed raw image. That means after every couple of photo sessions you will need to buy a new computer. Brilliant.
On occasions I get emails from blokes telling me that their partners are sex on legs and are up for a session on the green sofa. I view these emails with suspicion on several levels. Men, if they are anything like me, haven’t got a clue what women, including their partners, are up for so the wording of some of these emails lead me to believe that the originator hasn’t got, or ever had a girlfriend. Next it’s the age thing. I, like many other recorders of the female form, prefer the subject matter to be under 30. This isn’t because women cease to be attractive at that age, far from it, but younger models tend to look sexier with less effort and post-processing work. Another thing that puts me off is the differing opinions on what is attractive. My wife must be stunning because she is my wife sort of thing. I have no commercial reason to photograph women so I can pick and choose who I work with purely on my own tastes and what gives you a stiffy doesn’t necessarily come anywhere near floating my boat. Having blabbed out these excuses I will admit to having done a few housewife shoots and it’s been split half and half between wishing I wasn’t there to white knuckle ride excitement.