Feeling a little reflective…
There’s a LOT of shit going on. Personal, professional and creative life is full to bursting. No complaints – just an observation.
Very much looking forward to going LIVE with my new venture. Advertising soon for models in the Pacific Northwest.
Words suck ass – I always like talking more in pictures. Goddamn – feel overly much like Rorschach in speech patterns. Nothing wrong with that. Like my beans cooked though thank you.
Hey Tim – treat the ladies good ya fuck… = )
I think I might find a hit or ten off a bottle of whiskey necessary and comforting before jumping out of an airplane – sure I’d likely be dodging falling vomit on my way down, but it would help get me out the door and plummeting towards the ground.
Yeah.
I really had no point there. Certainly nothing pertaining to modeling.
Great shoot last night… kicked back, fun, engaging. The JW/Rockstar combo was an unintended hit.
All of this is leading to something…
The other day I found myself coming back repeatedly to this photo from last weekend’s boudoir shoot. It was the eyes. I began that nagging internal conversation about what tv/movie star or singer I was being reminded of – and that only annoyed me. It’s sad that we do that as a society – base appreciative observation of unique or familiar beauty on the plastoid faces of that particular group. I’m glad it pissed me off though because I was forced to really think about it. Finding familiar impressions, feelings, memories based on those eyes.
AHA! She was one of my teachers in the 7th grade. A young ME at an awkward stage, going through puberty, totally crushing on my ______ teacher. Admittedly I remember other features as well beyond her eyes (ahem…), but that isn’t the focus of this memory. Good enough for me.
