Wouldn’t you just know it. Whilst transferring data to the new NAS I’ve had a few of the old hard disk drives fail, the ones with interesting stuff on like many of my home movies. Typically all the boring data is safe along thankfully with my photos which I’ve always held at least 3 copies of. I kept telling myself that the movie archives should be duplicated but I never got around to doing it. One never learns.
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.
All manner of surprises await you when opening the door to a new model. In this case it was Jesus Christ she doesn’t look old enough! It was a good job she had her driving license with her or I wouldn’t have let her in. She was an inexperienced amateur, the variety that more often than not will chicken out and no show you, so I had nothing set-up which was a pity because she turned out to be a little beauty.
Something I miss now that I’m in a sort of photographic semi retirement is young ladies turning up at the Chateau de Vaughan and showing me their party frocks, and what they intended to wear underneath. I can’t ever remember going to an office party where the females wore anything provocative but then again I worked in a overwhelmingly male environment.