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Another busy weekend. Spent much of my time during the wee mornings at work (I am now scheduled for the weekend shift, not so thrilled) - and with my new photographer friend, Celia during the day. Sleep has been minimal.
There were two photo shoots this weekend - both WWII era pin-up opps. The first shoot we modeled with an authentic, and WORKING, B-17 bomber. She was gorgeous and needless to say I geeked the hell out. (proceeding to squeal as I traversed the inside of the surprisingly cramped plane). Shots outside of the plane (including my balancing on one of the massive wings - not so fun in 3 inch heels), were needlessly difficult thanks to the monstrous wind whipping our delicate '40 dos, and hobble skirted legs all about. A Korea vet and his son asked for a photo with me (they were going for a ride on the bomber). I almost teared up when he (the old boy) looked me up and down and told me his heart just about stopped. Something about the genuine appreciation from a vet of the olden days. Lots of those boys really laid their lives on the line... Makes me think of Grandpa Kranz... Anyways: The second day we shot at the "Wings over the Rockies" museum in South Denver. Lots more girls participated in this shoot, it was lots of fun. Something about closing your eyes and opening them a moment later, feeling utterly immersed in a classic sense of beauty and tradition that is intoxicating.
Both days I went through two wardrobe changes... God I really want to get into period costuming more. I'm hopelessly in love with pre-1950s fashion. Love, trwoo love.
Still on the job hunt for something better. A local College returned a call for an interview for their Admissions department. Wish me luck.
There were two photo shoots this weekend - both WWII era pin-up opps. The first shoot we modeled with an authentic, and WORKING, B-17 bomber. She was gorgeous and needless to say I geeked the hell out. (proceeding to squeal as I traversed the inside of the surprisingly cramped plane). Shots outside of the plane (including my balancing on one of the massive wings - not so fun in 3 inch heels), were needlessly difficult thanks to the monstrous wind whipping our delicate '40 dos, and hobble skirted legs all about. A Korea vet and his son asked for a photo with me (they were going for a ride on the bomber). I almost teared up when he (the old boy) looked me up and down and told me his heart just about stopped. Something about the genuine appreciation from a vet of the olden days. Lots of those boys really laid their lives on the line... Makes me think of Grandpa Kranz... Anyways: The second day we shot at the "Wings over the Rockies" museum in South Denver. Lots more girls participated in this shoot, it was lots of fun. Something about closing your eyes and opening them a moment later, feeling utterly immersed in a classic sense of beauty and tradition that is intoxicating.
Both days I went through two wardrobe changes... God I really want to get into period costuming more. I'm hopelessly in love with pre-1950s fashion. Love, trwoo love.
Still on the job hunt for something better. A local College returned a call for an interview for their Admissions department. Wish me luck.