Holly Benson said this outfit made her feel like a Playboy bunny. I am not certain if that meant a good thing. Considering how Playboy no longer carries the same name that it once did, I suppose it could go either way.
Holly also says that she just recently acquired her new curves, meaning she had always held a thinner figure, but decided to make an effort to gain a few more pounds. Personally, I love girls in all shapes and sizes. However, it is my experience that girls with curvier figures tend to be more reserved in front of the camera. So if a beautiful blonde like Holly wants to rock a thicker look, I say ‘Yahtzee’.
Harper Scott was one of the first people that I ever hired to photograph. I jumped online and searched for girls that looked cute and open-minded for the type of photos that I wanted to take. I initially thought I’d be able to schedule a shoot for later that week.
However once I started corresponding with Harper, I took a shot in the dark and asked if she’d be interested in coming over that afternoon for an hour or two. To my surprise, she was game and was at my door in no time. I can’t say I knew exactly what I was doing, nor do I even now. I just know what type of photos I like to see and aim for that. Fortunately, Harper Scott is a sharp girl and easy to work with … the perfect beginning to my long and eventful journey behind the camera.
When I arrived at the Denver airport, I was greeted with the strange giant mural in the last image of this gallery. Google “mural denver airport”, you will see more.
I was in Colorado searching for this crunchy, white, nearly extinct goodness called snow. There is never much of it in Los Angeles. Hilary Craig is this trippy 21-year-old from the Mile-High City. I was a stranger to the town, so I asked Hilary to show me what makes for good sightseeing in the area. She took me to Red Rocks Park. Here is what happened.
Part 2 continues. This time, Valentina Nappi wears little more than her black crucifix. Sometimes I wonder which came first: religion or the shaming of sexuality.
Even when I was a kid, I thought the whole system smelled a little fishy. But without my mother’s religion, there might not be a Zishy.
Here is the first part of my afternoon with Valentina Nappi. I could not get her to enjoy a Bacon Insider, but that is probably for the best. She did have a good time running around in the parking lot.
A guy in his super-car saw us taking pics and offered his speedy toy as a backdrop. In the second part, we return to Valentina’s bedroom for some privacy.