I've been a photographic model only three times in my life: at a bear run twenty years ago, in Toronto seven years ago, and yesterday.
The three experiences could hardly be more different from each other. For the first, I wasn't even supposed to be a model. My friend Blondie had agreed to let himself be photographed by the husband of an erotic artist who wanted to include some chasers in his drawings and needed models. We stopped by the room on the way to somewhere else and when I saw Blondie was a little self-conscious, I asked, "Would it help if I got naked, too?" He said yes, so I did, and the guy ended up taking pictures of us both. If my likeness ever ended up in a commercial property as a result, I never saw it.
The second time, with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bitterlawngnome, was in a proper studio with props, body paint, and a release form. I had some fairly conventional portraits done with Monshu, then he left, I stripped off, and BLG did calligraphy on my skin. He has a very definite point of view and had clearly given some thought to the poses he wanted. I ended up in some uncomfortable positions, although never for very long, ultimately received a full set of professional-quality images.
This latest experience was somewhere between the other two. Lily-of-the-Valley isn't a professional, just a hobbyist looking to get some more experience. I've been looking for someone to take some snaps of me for the apps and I asked him on a whim at one of the bear coffee gatherings. Almost immediately, I was worried I'd put him in an awkward position.
He doesn't have a studio, so we arranged to meet at my place, which meant he had to spend a considerable chunk of time testing angles and getting light readings. Not only did he not have any strong ideas about what he wanted from me, at first he wasn't even sure how best to photograph my body. He likes his boys big, and that's mostly what he's photographed. So we had to keep experimenting to find poses that worked.
As a result, at least half the time was spend learning rather than doing. We'd finally gotten around to some shirtless photos about twenty minutes or so before another friend came by and we decided to call it a day. Hopefully we'll have a chance to pick up where we left off. And maybe the blond cutie who does this professionally and also comes to coffee will want a crack too.
The three experiences could hardly be more different from each other. For the first, I wasn't even supposed to be a model. My friend Blondie had agreed to let himself be photographed by the husband of an erotic artist who wanted to include some chasers in his drawings and needed models. We stopped by the room on the way to somewhere else and when I saw Blondie was a little self-conscious, I asked, "Would it help if I got naked, too?" He said yes, so I did, and the guy ended up taking pictures of us both. If my likeness ever ended up in a commercial property as a result, I never saw it.
The second time, with
bitterlawngnome, was in a proper studio with props, body paint, and a release form. I had some fairly conventional portraits done with Monshu, then he left, I stripped off, and BLG did calligraphy on my skin. He has a very definite point of view and had clearly given some thought to the poses he wanted. I ended up in some uncomfortable positions, although never for very long, ultimately received a full set of professional-quality images.This latest experience was somewhere between the other two. Lily-of-the-Valley isn't a professional, just a hobbyist looking to get some more experience. I've been looking for someone to take some snaps of me for the apps and I asked him on a whim at one of the bear coffee gatherings. Almost immediately, I was worried I'd put him in an awkward position.
He doesn't have a studio, so we arranged to meet at my place, which meant he had to spend a considerable chunk of time testing angles and getting light readings. Not only did he not have any strong ideas about what he wanted from me, at first he wasn't even sure how best to photograph my body. He likes his boys big, and that's mostly what he's photographed. So we had to keep experimenting to find poses that worked.
As a result, at least half the time was spend learning rather than doing. We'd finally gotten around to some shirtless photos about twenty minutes or so before another friend came by and we decided to call it a day. Hopefully we'll have a chance to pick up where we left off. And maybe the blond cutie who does this professionally and also comes to coffee will want a crack too.
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