Alexis Celeice has some modeling experience. Can you tell? Minutes after arriving at her place, I picked up on the vibe that she was very concerned with her image as a model and would be a bit reserved. I didn’t really care.
She was so gorgeous that I was going to photograph her within her comfort zone to make sure she made it to Zishy. Alexis is from Northern California and was raised around guns, trucks, and a protective father. She is Manifest Destiny.
Upon editing these photos, I realized how the sequence makes no sense. Why would Kelly Lamprin rub lotion on her skin only to jump into the shower shortly after? Did anyone notice this oddity before reading these notes? If you did, you deserve a badge for being hyper-observant.
I certainly would have missed it. All of my attention would be drawn to this incredible girl shedding her underwear and enjoying a hot shower. The water was so warm it made Kelly’s bottom turn red. I found that to be absurdly cute. After drying off, Kelly rushed to her job at a local movie theater. Her clientele must have had no clue that they just missed the real show. BTW, a monthly subscription to Zishy costs less than a movie ticket. Just sayin’.
Bree Abernathy and I decided to roll to the neighborhood bowling alley on this lovely afternoon. Bay Shore Lanes in Santa Monica was very hospitable. Within 5 minutes of arriving, we were told that we could not take photos. Perfect. For some reason, I never have good luck at this type of venue.
Perhaps it is because of the privileged society that frequents a joint where you roll heavy balls at pins and drink beer. Nevertheless, I agreed with the young employee that delivered the mandate. Once she walked away, Bree and I resumed our fun. As Risky Business suggests, sometimes you have to say what the fuck. And that is what we did. And these are the results. Feast, you lovers of red hair!
Jules Diamond allowed me to photograph her at her place. Some girls are hesitant about that sort of thing, but I tell them that its safer for the girl to invite me to their place then for the girl to enter a complete stranger’s home, right? Plus, who wants to have to pack all sorts of crap into a suitcase and battle the Los Angeles traffic?
Also, potential models often ask if I hire a makeup artist or if I have a photo studio. I swiftly confess that I only photograph girls who do not need professional makeup in order to look appealing. And if I was limited to shooting in the same environment each time, I’d feel like a mouse on an exercise wheel. For better or worse, I’ll stick to winging it.
I knew right from the get-go that I liked Kenna James. I explained that we would have a long drive and probably hit some traffic getting to Underwood Farms. But we both agreed that an authentic Autumn experience was worth the sacrifice. So we grabbed some tacos and jumped on the highway.
Our visit was a blast. The weather was perfect, we got lost in a corn maze, took plenty of adventurous photos and Kenna fell in love with the goats and chickens. She is currently in school pursuing veterinary medicine. Kenna says she used to be a shy girl. Guess those days are long behind her. The song in the bonus video is Harry McClintock’s “Big Rock Candy Mountain”.
Thanks for the patience with these gallery notes. It’s funny to see some of you hate on pornstars, which do not make up 95% of the site. I am not sure what the percentage is, but it is certainly less than half. Anyways, think about what you are saying.
You can not visually appreciate a woman’s beauty if she has done something that you do not approve of, on camera, at some point in her life. The imagination is a powerful thing. Powerful like Russian women. Hell, I would marry one even if she was not a virgin. Sarcasm inferred.
Zoe Fletcher’s room, her car, her wardrobe, it all tells of her love for peacocks. If I had an award for best decorated home, it would surely go to Zoe.
Sometimes, finding beautiful women to take sexy photos feels like trying to find out who really shot JFK. But in the end, I look at Zoe and all the other girls on this site and my faith in providence is renewed. Stay black.
I met Bea Wolf online. She had never posed nude before and had some reservations, which does not surprise me since she is part Native American. Cheap laughs. It didn’t take long before she let her guard down and embraced the experience. We took these at her place. She was worried that her studio apartment was not photogenic enough.
Worry, worry, worry. So unnecessary. Some say that I am too relaxed. That I live like a bum. One day, I might have the wisdom to comprehend the insult in this criticism. Bea’s life is a beautiful mess. That is not an insult, because her smile is still bright as the dickens. Lou Reed’s “Satellite of Love” is the song in the bonus video.
I was actually surprised that Jamie Alexis was willing to be photographed in a restroom having fun. I expected that she would tell me it was too gross or stupid. But when Jamie saw how ridiculously pink this particular ladies’ room was, she fell in love.
Jamie is a real girlie girl. She doesn’t like sports, she loves shopping, and she never goes anywhere without looking great. Luckily, that latter one is rather easy for a girl like Jamie.
Issy Mai and I returned back to my suite at the Trump resort after hitting the pool. She was completely comfortable with me at this point and didn’t seem to mind walking around without a stitch of clothing on.
I pointed out the extravagant telephone by the toilet, the embedded flat screen TV in the bathroom mirror, and the gaudy horse-head statue on the desk. All of which made for great potpourri in these images. Issy was a pleasure to work with and meet on this quick trip of mine to Vegas, a beautiful person inside and out.