Photos.
So, Vonda and I FINALLY got together for pictures. We did a few hippie/Janis Joplin types, and some Bettie Page types with me in my corset and a black wig. It was SO much fun, and her 3-year-old son Skylar is the sweetest kid ever. I had SO much fun modeling for her...It was really strange at first because I had never done something like that before, it's hard to figure out something to do with your face, I found...the body movements and poses are easy, but it's hard not to keep with the same facial expression the whole time.
By the 2nd roll of film (she shot 4 altogether) I had kind of learned what to do, I used the mirror between outfit changes to practice faces and see what didn't look mentally retarded. My biggest insecurity is my mouth...I've got big lips and they just look funny when you don't use them right. I'm SO excited to see how they turned out...she's developing them tomorrow, so hopefully she'll email them to me or show them to me in person. I'm so stoked...we're going to do it again soon, we were talking about possibly doing a 40s pinup shoot...which would be SO much fun. I'd have to get some nice fishnets though, mine are all shredded.
*sigh*
I bought "The American Night: The Writings of Jim Morrison Vol. 2" from Borders today. I started reading that today and the first Harry Potter. Both are fantastic so far. I really wish I had Jim's talent...he was SUCH an honest poet, his words were SO beautiful. He really had a gift. What was he, 27 when he died? Or 26...too young, either way. It's such a shame. You think about how much talent they had at such a young age, these musicians and writers, and you just ponder...how would that have progressed over the years? What do you think he could have done, had he the rest of his lifetime to use? And thinking about Freddie Mercury, too...Brian May said that he had SO much music left in him when he died...he tried to get out as much as possible, writing and recording up until days before his death. It's just such a shame to have such brilliant minds snatched from the world so early.
*BIG sigh* I'm sleepy. I think I'll head to bed now. Someone let me know they're reading this, I mean I'm not a comment whore, it's just I like to know when people are reading what I have to say. It's nice to know I'm not just talking to myself.
By the 2nd roll of film (she shot 4 altogether) I had kind of learned what to do, I used the mirror between outfit changes to practice faces and see what didn't look mentally retarded. My biggest insecurity is my mouth...I've got big lips and they just look funny when you don't use them right. I'm SO excited to see how they turned out...she's developing them tomorrow, so hopefully she'll email them to me or show them to me in person. I'm so stoked...we're going to do it again soon, we were talking about possibly doing a 40s pinup shoot...which would be SO much fun. I'd have to get some nice fishnets though, mine are all shredded.
*sigh*
I bought "The American Night: The Writings of Jim Morrison Vol. 2" from Borders today. I started reading that today and the first Harry Potter. Both are fantastic so far. I really wish I had Jim's talent...he was SUCH an honest poet, his words were SO beautiful. He really had a gift. What was he, 27 when he died? Or 26...too young, either way. It's such a shame. You think about how much talent they had at such a young age, these musicians and writers, and you just ponder...how would that have progressed over the years? What do you think he could have done, had he the rest of his lifetime to use? And thinking about Freddie Mercury, too...Brian May said that he had SO much music left in him when he died...he tried to get out as much as possible, writing and recording up until days before his death. It's just such a shame to have such brilliant minds snatched from the world so early.
*BIG sigh* I'm sleepy. I think I'll head to bed now. Someone let me know they're reading this, I mean I'm not a comment whore, it's just I like to know when people are reading what I have to say. It's nice to know I'm not just talking to myself.