Erin Marie Hogan is an actress in Hollywood. She began her theater and ballet training at an early age in St. Louis, Missouri. She’s made many appearances in indie and short films,as well as staring in the feature, Paranormal Entity, not to be confused with Paranormal Activity.
Erin is quite physical and boasts about her recent accomplishments in picking up pole dancing. When I arrived at Erin’s apartment, I had her show me some of the activities that she does at home. I must admit, it was Erin’s idea to recreate a scene where she had to climb in through the window because she had locked herself out.
Domino Madsen is a 20 year-old from Texas with a generally curious attitude. She saw an ad that I put up for modeling in a scandalous category of a popular online classifieds site. She said she was awake late one night getting a kick from reading the various listings for private massages and escort services.
She saw my ad and said it was the only one that seemed ‘legit’ and so she sent in a response. When I first saw her pics, I was a bit skeptical because she had such a wholesome appearance. I didn’t want to get my hopes up just to be flaked on again… it happens a lot. But in the end, Domino was for real and seemed to enjoy being a wee bit devious out on the streets of Los Angeles.
Domino Madsen back in effect. She’s cute, way into music, ready to go to a good concert any night of the week, and loves herself some Chick-fil-A. We visited one of these establishments right before the photos at her place. Chicken sandwiches are okay, but they don’t hold their own as well as a 100% ground beef burger, in my opinion. I visited to one of my favorite burger joints today in a daze of hunger. And just as I’m placing my order, I notice that I’ve made a mistake.
They only accept cash and I don’t have enough of it. They do have a convenient ATM machine inside their small dining area. Nice. So now I gotta pay almost 14 dollars for a burger and fries (no drink), and then get reamed with transaction fees from both their machine and my own bank. Nah, bro. Not today. You did not win me as a customer. Stop being a slacker eatery that doesn’t take card. Get with the program. It’s 2012. Ok, maybe, Chick-fil-A doesn’t sound that bad after all.
Dillion Harper must have somehow located the fountain of youth. She is 20 years old but does not look a lick above 16. She is an extraordinarily sweet girl who genuinely loves to make people happy. We shot these outside at a client’s Malibu villa.
See, for over the last decade, I have been hired by companies to build and administrate their web sites. Once my client, Sebastian, heard that I was running Zishy, he generously offered his location for photos. So these were taken minutes after Dillion and I arrived and we began exploring the multi-acre estate. More of this firecracker to come.
These are remnants from only a couple months back, when the weather was warm and the days were long. Parker Mixon’s soft skin dazzled in the San Antonio sun. It doesn’t take much for this adorable girl-next-door to catch my attention. I would have never guessed that a polo shirt and flat sandals could be so enticing.
My siblings and I stayed at home instead of being sent to Summer camp. But if I had, I wish my camp counselor would have resembled Parker. Our camp experience came vicariously from Nickelodeon’s ‘Hey Dude’ show, which if I recall correctly, had several attractive female characters. Thanks, Nick!
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.
Yes, baseball season has passed for the year, but that did not deter Lauren Clare and I from exploiting this field in Beverly Hills. Lauren is a petite 18 year-old from Kentucky. Apparently, her modeling makes her insecure boyfriend feel, well, insecure. All I have to say is if you are fortunate enough to date a girl who is sought after for modeling, you should thank your lucky stars and hold thy tongue.
I’ve learned that a girl is going to do what a girl wants to do. And unless you DON’T want to continue enjoying her in your bed, you better get over your irrational desire to control. Patrons of this park would agree, you got something good going on, mang. Do not F it up.
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.
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 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.