Courtney Laudner withstood the intense heat on a warm day in the Valley. And this dress that she’s wearing is not summer garb. Both us of were breaking a sweat. Or should I say that I was sweating and she was perspiring?
Courtney is a bit shy at first, but I can also tell that she enjoys showing off her crazy curves. Finding girls who are beautiful, edgy, and a bit uninhibited can be quite a chore. But when you find them, it is amazing. Courtney fires on all cylinders.
Cassie Becker and I took these just outside of her place. It was a hot Sunday morning. Sweat was unavoidable. Cassie, in good spirits, sported this dress that was not made of the thinnest material.
I had seen other girls try this piece on, but it simply did not work for them. Cassie’s spectacular figure, however, had no problem making itself known. So focused was I on the photos, that I nearly fell off a 12-foot ledge, since these were taken atop the property’s garage structure.
Bree Abernathy was a sporty nerd in high school. She was in band, on the debate and the swim teams, and ran cross country. She is now in Los Angeles pursuing acting and comedy.
Bree explains that she pushed her body to its limits at a young age, so these days, due to sports injuries, she sticks to yoga as her exercise. This quirky redhead proved again to be adventurous as she teased in her sheer yoga gear at a nearby neighborhood park.
Blake Crawford appreciated the idea of photographing her with a natural, unrefined look. She understood that sometimes its better to not tamper much with a good thing. One of my favorite quotes is: if it ain’t broke, don’t break it.
Ok, so its just my own version of an all ready popular idiom, but that is how I often feel about cosmetic modifications such as makeup, piercings, surgery, tattoos, and sometimes even shaving/hair removal. Anyhoo, Blake has a fantastic raw beauty and seemed perfectly comfortable in her own skin.
Alice Wonder wants to ride her bicycle. As much as Freddie Mercury? Probably not. However, I know she would never use banned substances just to ride faster than others like good ol’ Lance. Which brings me to a subject that has been on my mind for a while. Mr. Armstrong was admired by millions because he battled cancer and was a champion.
Pistorius was similarly glorified for competing on the Olympic track without most of his lower limbs. Yet both of these global tales of heroism are now tainted with scandal. Lance was on the juice and Pistorius allegedly gunned down his girl out of jealous rage. What’s next? It just goes to show that we’re all flawed, well except Alice Wonder of course. Less evening news, more Zishy!