Hannah Kinney was not terribly impressed with these photos. Perhaps I often create with blinders on. I often look past ‘imperfections’ and stigmas of what is considered to be a good photo or proper styling or a beautiful setting.
But I only put images (and girls) up on Zishy that I personally appreciate. I am ultimately concerned with giving you something you don’t see everywhere on every photographer’s portfolio or in every magazine. Because no one likes being bored and Zishy will certainly end once I am bored.
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.
Ikea in Burbank is crawling with people on a Sunday. It is especially busy when they are having some sort of Disney promotion just outside of the storefront. However, this did not deter the fantastic Aysha Thoen and I to try and sneak some shots as devout Christians, fresh out of mass, shopped for trendy new furnishings for their domicile.
It was tough, but we were patient and were able to find a few semi-private nooks for Aysha to show off her sensual stockings. I also did finally try the famed Ikea Swedish meatballs on this day. They paled in comparison to the lovely girl I shared them with. So here she is again, back by popular demand, Ms. Aysha Thoen.
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!