Dillion Harper is unique inside and out. On the surface, she has one of the most striking figures I have ever seen. And inside, she has a sweet and accommodating personality to write home about.
We hit up Taco Bell for snacks on this warm day and then I showed Dillion a talking seagull at the gas station at Sunset and PCH. No joke. Just about anything is possible in Malibu.
Natalie Moore is sort of like the honey badger. She doesn’t give a shit. That’s why I dig her. The other day, a totally different girl told me that she would not shoot for the site because she only did fine art modeling. And this is a girl who does nudes…you know, those black and white cookie-cutter images you’ve seen 1,000 times.
She said she didn’t do any work that: “depicted her as a sex icon, she only did photos that captured the body as art.” Well friends, I hope you all know that you are simple-minded pervs who do not understand how to appreciate these girls’ beauty as art. RetARTed. Guess they all can’t be as fly as NatMo.
A while back, when I was renting a portrait studio, for Gawd knows what reason, I met Noyemi Chenian. She is one of the many Armenian Americans who call Glendale, CA their home. She wanted to get some sexy rebellious shots for her modeling portfolio and I was much obliged to help.
Her hair was in its own rebellion due to a rare LA rain shower, but 19 year-old “No” was stunning. Although the whole gallery leaves quite a bit un-revealed, I figured it was better to share Noyemi’s beauty rather than not. Before you swarm me with requests, know that your humble narrator has already tried to get her back for more risque material. Tried.
Here we have Tristan Berrimore playing video games, which is obviously a fiction. We all know girls do not play video games. Let’s not kid ourselves, guys. If you want to meet women, put down that controller and go to a yoga class or take some Salsa lessons. Go ahead and crucify me and talk about the rare exceptions to the rule.
But never forget the reasoning behind the rule. Tristan was having a bit too much fun relaxing in the chair, so I suggested she get her heart pumping on the elliptical trainer. Oddly enough, it mostly just sent my heart racing.
This gallery of Lana Zuyeva is a personally historic one. It was right on the cusp of me deciding what I wanted to do with my photos. I was having fun shooting all sorts of subjects, but I began to realize that the most fun for me was photographing girls being semi-inappropriate. I also noticed that I was enamored by images that did not show explicit nudity.
It’s not that I don’t love naked girls. Ninja, please. I just prefer the nail-biting anticipation which can only be delivered if certain things are left unseen. Lana is from Russia and has one hell of a figure, not to mention her amazingly fun personality. She is almost as goofy and perverted as myself. We became friends after the shoot and I showed her my favorite 24/7 burrito joint and she showed me how not to drive a car.
Halloween is my second favorite holiday. Luckily, I met Gabrielle Klein at the perfect time. She is visiting LA for a short while (from Utah) and had never been to the annual Halloween ‘parade’ in West Hollywood. It is estimated that half a million people invade Santa Monica Blvd. on this evening.
I proposed to Gabrielle that we scrounge together a costume and go out to take photos. The first 52 photos in the gallery are from this year and the rest are from my archives of previous outings. Do not fear, you will be seeing more of Gabrielle without the makeup and even without the wardrobe! Hey, cut us some slack. It was a chilly October night.
Alyson Grey is one cool cat. She did not even flinch when I asked if I could photograph her in this sheer gown. Alyson is also creative outside of modeling. She loves to paint and is deeply inspired by Matisse.
Having friended her on Facebook, I was pleasantly surprised to learn of our similar interests in music. She was first to introduce me to Lorde, who I enjoyed until the radio made me sick of the Kiwi’s voice. That’s fine. Alyson will always be royal in my book.
Delia Castillo is a petite Latina from Southern Cali. I had her photographically explore the phenomena of the black-tight-trend with me. It is a recurring theme that has mystified many a male in the colder months. It’s as if the female gender found the perfect way to give the finger to Father Winter who said you couldn’t look sexy and stay relatively warm.
And when the sun shines bright, pure magic occurs. Lululemon may not describe it in such a positive manner. They are a yoga apparel manufacturer that came under fire recently for selling products that were transparent in direct light. Apparently many girls were doing yoga without panties under their Lulu-pants. What is this world coming to?
Debbie Vogel is from San Francisco. It is one of the most beautiful cities that I have ever visited. It seems that the beauty has rubbed off on this 19 year old. Her natural body is a sight to behold. She comes out to LA every couple of months for modeling gigs. Her fashionable looks easily land her fashionable modeling jobs. She was staying at her friend’s place in LA, who also photographs Debbie, and apparently he had no idea that she does any underwear modeling.
So it was her wish that we shot quickly in his living room while he was out running errands in the morning. But while we were in the middle of taking these, he unexpectedly arrives and she is embarrassed as all hell. I asked her the reason for keeping it a secret and she says that once a guy knows that you take provocative photos, that style is the only one he will want to take of you. And by that, she proved to me she was not only pretty, but also smart.
Debbie Vogel has this aura about her that I credit to her upbringing in San Francisco. She’s easy-going, often flustered, and open to creativity. We took these right before I rushed her to catch a bus back to the Bay area. This street, devoted to places that sell automotive glass, is also a spot where day laborers loiter on the sidewalk.
Consequentially, Debbie was timid to take these pictures in front the graffiti wall, but understandably so. One worker decided it was a perfect opportunity to bust out his crappy cell phone and do his own photography of my muse. I had to holler at the bastard to give us 30 seconds of semi-privacy. We took our shots and Debbie earned my respect as a girl willing to go the distance.