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Extreme Fetish Photo ShootsLast week I had two photo shoots for my magazine, Extreme Fetish. The theme for this particular issue is Fantasy/Fairy Tale, and I had originally envisioned a Snow White and the Seven Dwarves centerfold. I wanted a topless Show White perched on a platform of some sort with an oversized skirt draping around her and the Seven Dwarves scrambling out. Well, I didn't have much luck locating the dwarves, so that was a wash. Instead I'd have Sleeping Beauty in the centerfold and open with Little Red Riding Hood.So let's start with the Little Red shoot. An old friend has been shooting for me since before I could afford to pay him, so I like to give him a gig whenever I can. Also, he seems to magically locate hot babes at the very last minute--which this was. I showed up four hours after we had originally scheduled the shoot and he still wasn't set up. This shoot was happening in an unused room of a professional dungeon, so curious dominatrices were peeking in every time the door opened. I'd brought the costume, but Red was already in her red patent pumps. "I'd like to start without the shoes, so we can get a few foot close-ups," I said, ever conscientious of my partner's proclivities for peds. This elicited a squeal of "But I didn't get my toenails polished!" from the busty model. When I unsuccessfully attempted to conceal my disgust, she burst into tears. Great start. Next my photographer laid down the seamless background on carpet--never a good idea when the model's wearing spike heels. Every time she moved, she punched another hole in the background. Oh well, I'd be photoshopping her into a fairy tale anyway. So we got started. I handed her the cape and she kept sliding her hands around in search of the arm holes. And she searched for those arm holes every time she wanted to cloak her surgically-enhanced self on the way to the ladies room--which was about two dozen times. Let's just say she wasn't the brightest babe in the world. Okay, she was dumb as dirt. She insisted upon reapplying her lipstick between each visit to the john, and each time the color was different. At one point she had smeared on so much lip liner that it looked like she had a mustache. "Honey, you might want to go a little easier on that liner," I advised, handing her a tissue. Coat thirteen of lipstick was then slathered on. When she managed to stand up--unsteadily--on her heels, punching a few more holes with each wobble, she would strike a pose. "That's great! Don't move!" the photographer would yell. And she would completely change positions. She must have done this after every admonition of "Don't move!" I thought he was gonna kill her. If I didn't first. She simply couldn't keep from admiring herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror facing her. Note to self: Don't EVER do a photo shoot with any mirrors visible to the model. The night went on like this till she was just too exhausted to be Little Red Riding Hood another minute. I prayed we had enough shots. To Be Continued..... I sufficiently recuperated from the Red Riding Hood debacle and three days later the Sleeping Beauty shoot was scheduled. This time it was with another friend who's a bit more of a professional. She usually costs a fortune, but because I let her do her own thing and she enjoys the creative freedom (and because I have a virtually non-existent budget), she cuts me a good deal. And she's worth a thousand times what I pay her, because, well, she's really good. I arrived at her air conditioned studio, where she had already finished setting up the gorgeous castle on a hill with a crescent moon backdrop, wall-to-wall Astroturf and a big fake rock. I added a few flowers for flourish and watched as the perfectly prom queen-like model sat for the finishing touches on her garlanded hairdo. This girl was not only absolutely spectacular, with a movie star smile and glimmering golden tresses--not to mention a rockin' bod--she was truly a delight to work with. She exuded fairy tale fantasy and sex at the same time! Evidently she has posed for romance novel covers, so she had the swooning Sleeping Beauty bit down cold. And she could actually follow directions, unlike the pathetically dim bimbo of a few days earlier. It was everything I wanted. I was literally jumping for joy it all looked so wonderful! She pouted and preened, smiled demurely and let her eyelids flutter closed with Academy Award winning flair. Once her clothes came off, she crouched like a nymph, extended her legs like a showgirl and sprawled like a drunken sailor...er, I mean sleeping princess. She showed it all, every naughty little bit, including her bare feet, without a peep of complaint. She was a true professional! And in between her dozens of provocative poses, she shared her latest projects with us: appearing in a comic book series as a damsel in distress and maintaining her web site. Definitely not just another stripper relying on her boyfriend for updates as to what day of the week it is. The shoot was completed in a timely fashion and I knew that just about every shot would be totally use-able. Of course, when I got the slides back, they were even better than I'd expected and I had to give the layout extra pages; they're that good. So look for the Fantasy Issue and see what you think. Who would you rather have a date with: the accommodating model or the girl who couldn't find the arm holes in her cape? Ordinarily, people make the assumption that anyone who poses nude for a porno mag is a brainless bimbo. I've just told you that it can go either way. I'd be interested to know if the facts have any effect on one's enjoyment of the photographic outcome. Just for my records, you understand. Now, I'm off to the printer! To see the beautiful blonde, visit her at www.lauriewallace.com. To see more of the professional photographer's work, check out www.anneliadolfsson.com. [Written in the late '90s...I think!] |
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