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Hey, it's been a while.
And, just in case you were wondering, life has been good lately, thanks for asking.
I feel like I'm stuck in the mild hypomaniac phase of my mood cycle, which is great, since this is my favorite one - except for the compulsive money-spending thingie, 'f course.
Fueled by the resolution of all my current major emotional problems, my creativity levels are skyrocketing; fueled by the knowledge of hypomania, I'm trying hard, and at least succeeding a bit, in controlling my craze for new projects, so as to focus on only a few and actually working on them, which is something very new, indeed.
Ideas for stories, photo shoots, and even my current work project, you name it, they're all there! I really have to discipline myself if I want to go forward on these projects instead of merely contemplating their absolute brilliance in my brain, but I trust the process this time.
Photos are my New Thing™, be it stolen portraits in the subway or full studio sessions with professional models. I'm currently lagging a bit on the post-production phase, but I'll soon post a handful of pictures, for your eyes only - stay tuned. Studio work is really interesting, and I'm learning even more with books and online tutorials. What I really want is to catch my model's soul, not merely her eyes or breasts, and on a couple of shoots I believe I actually managed to get a glimpse of it. You will see.
I need, of course, more training, but I definitely want to try some fetish photography. This is partly linked to my own interest in BDSM imagery, partly to my admiration of the works of Mr. Lithium Picnic and the radiant Apnea, but I'm clearly going to give it a try, especially since I already have the best model I could dream of - apart from Apnea herself, of course (pleaaase, let me know if you fly to Paris someday!).
Otherwise, well well well...
Still a bit of poetry, although I'm keeping it to myself at the moment.
More than ever I need a global outlet for all that shit, which is where the HurtMePlenty project comes back floating into my mind.
Oh, and I've given up on bookcrossing, with good reasons to believe it's for good this time, considering the way our once-beloved #17 forum is slowly but surely turning into a fucking hen house.
And, last but not least, the Wonderful Bitch™ rocks my world.
Although the beginnings were a bit messy, as they often are, I was ultimately right about giving her a part in this whimsical* play that I call My Life, and it feels amazingly good.
* For the life of me I could certainly not give an accurate translation of the word whimsical, but it fits in there so nicely that I had to use it. Sue me.
And, just in case you were wondering, life has been good lately, thanks for asking.
I feel like I'm stuck in the mild hypomaniac phase of my mood cycle, which is great, since this is my favorite one - except for the compulsive money-spending thingie, 'f course.
Fueled by the resolution of all my current major emotional problems, my creativity levels are skyrocketing; fueled by the knowledge of hypomania, I'm trying hard, and at least succeeding a bit, in controlling my craze for new projects, so as to focus on only a few and actually working on them, which is something very new, indeed.
Ideas for stories, photo shoots, and even my current work project, you name it, they're all there! I really have to discipline myself if I want to go forward on these projects instead of merely contemplating their absolute brilliance in my brain, but I trust the process this time.
Photos are my New Thing™, be it stolen portraits in the subway or full studio sessions with professional models. I'm currently lagging a bit on the post-production phase, but I'll soon post a handful of pictures, for your eyes only - stay tuned. Studio work is really interesting, and I'm learning even more with books and online tutorials. What I really want is to catch my model's soul, not merely her eyes or breasts, and on a couple of shoots I believe I actually managed to get a glimpse of it. You will see.
I need, of course, more training, but I definitely want to try some fetish photography. This is partly linked to my own interest in BDSM imagery, partly to my admiration of the works of Mr. Lithium Picnic and the radiant Apnea, but I'm clearly going to give it a try, especially since I already have the best model I could dream of - apart from Apnea herself, of course (pleaaase, let me know if you fly to Paris someday!).
Otherwise, well well well...
Still a bit of poetry, although I'm keeping it to myself at the moment.
More than ever I need a global outlet for all that shit, which is where the HurtMePlenty project comes back floating into my mind.
Oh, and I've given up on bookcrossing, with good reasons to believe it's for good this time, considering the way our once-beloved #17 forum is slowly but surely turning into a fucking hen house.
And, last but not least, the Wonderful Bitch™ rocks my world.
Although the beginnings were a bit messy, as they often are, I was ultimately right about giving her a part in this whimsical* play that I call My Life, and it feels amazingly good.
* For the life of me I could certainly not give an accurate translation of the word whimsical, but it fits in there so nicely that I had to use it. Sue me.