Posts Tagged ‘female nude’

Playing around with a new phase

November 7, 2016

It seems as if I’ve forgotten things I knew just a few moments ago. My computer is going wacky on me and every time I think it’s fixed out it goes. Even logging into fuzzy was a challenge trying to connect with a model via home I got a message call back later.

But the new phase is exploring how a liquid medium flows across a solid body, seems simple enough. But things don’t always go the way you envision them.

model in red

model in red

But when you’re just fooling around what ever you get is fun. This picture shows the whole set up having her set on a black covered bench against black backdrop. The clean up was done on her taking a shower between colors and cleaning the floor and blending in CS PS6.


We were alone and we would set her position  I poured the paint then grabbed the camera and shot a few pictures. Then off to the shower to wash her off while I cleaned off the set.

Some colors worked better than others or we were getting into it more.


Golden back

Golden back



golden streaks

golden streaks

















As I said sometimes it works, sometimes not but if one has to have someone fun to work with why not.




front view

front view proud lady
















I think this is one of my favorite shots

Portrait of a nude

Portrait of a nude

Laura didn’t need much direction and if I didn’t cut off her head feet and arms I thought we were doing pretty good.

Pink lady

Pink lady






This is an odd color for me but she had fun with it.

look what happens if I do this

look what happens if I do this














or this classic look


Off to the showers
















What's she thinking?

What’s she thinking?












sensual woman

sensual woman, showing everything revealing nothing














Time to put the house back in order enough fun for the day.



session #2…….. flowers & frustration = creativity

January 15, 2014

ever since i can remember i’ve been trying to find out how things work. i can’t count the toy cap guns and other toys that i couldn’t figure out how to put back together again so they worked. but after reaching my quota of toys to learning ratio i figured out where the original springs, screws and various parts went, BANG i was back in business.

and so it is with the rest of my life. i never became an expert at one thing but more of a ‘Jack Of All Trades’ or in other words an artist. i don’t claim to be a photographer because there are so many other ones out there that know a hell of a lot more than i do.  heck i’ve got to remind myself to take off the lens cap.

i am in awe of real photographers who ply their trade making wonderful pictures, right exposure, timing and location along with a clear vision which i seem to lack.

i am lucky enough to be part of photo salon, a group of heavy duty togs including Howard Schatz,  Jack Reznicki  and Jay Maisel, well i am not really part of, more like an observor of their work. they’ve never asked to see my work so i guess saying i am part of isn’t correct. I sometimes go over to SVA to see the monthly presentations. oh well i learn from them anyways. one of Jay Maisel’s pictures of the Venice canals changed how i looked at things in the world of photography and i told him so. he liked hearing that.

i’ve a portfolio on model mayhem website which is mix of all levels of photographers, models, makeup people, etc. we all need to start somewhere. I don’t do fashion, beauty or comp cards, so why am i there, i’ve asked myself that many times. but as i say i am an artist who takes pictures and why not be there?

there are occasions when i meet someone there who just clicks with me, so that’s enough reason. i am working with an artistic  person, a fellow traveler as it were who clicks. of course she is a designer along with a beginning model so we both have a chance to learn from each other. This weeks assignment we trying to glue flowers on her body, starting with her breasts, something left over from my flower power days which she’s totally ignorant of. ah youth…..

beginning experiment

beginning experiment

What we tried to use to adhere the flowers was eyelash glue to be gentle on her areolar. one yellow one whitish.

cutting the flowers from the stems the leaves fell off the centers and had to be glued each leaf at a time which took her hours.

flower experiment

close up

close up

so now what do we do now that this isn’t working?

retouched image

retouched image

China doll, as i’ve called her here suggested we do some plastic drop cloths shots which we had discussed a while ago. sure why not? but we didn’t have much set up time. i pulled a lowel dp and stand out with a full blue placed it behind a sheet of plastic and around a corner of a hallway  as a back light/key. her tungsten key light consisted of  a mini mri 75w  clear spot coming from the left between sheets with a frost gel. i white balanced camera to tungsten to match her key light. not the idea lighting locations but far enough away from the plastic to not melt it.

dropcloth test

dropcloth test



pretty boring right? So this is where my painting skills come into play. i guess all that money and hours of being a student and teaching assistant at ICP photoshop classes paid off somewhere. i always do something to my images, darken the corners do this or that. heck i did the same in the darkroom though i wasn’t as good at it then.

gold tint

gold tint

white bouquet

white bouquet

and these two we both like, i guess because she is relating to something we all see. i understand it’s so hard modeling and figuring out where to place my hands, eyes or feet. working together as a unit creating on the fly and we are not professional or experienced takes a bit of learning to trust in the process. maybe that’s the creativity part, just relax listen to the inner voices, whatever feels right.

who will buy my lovely flowers?

who will buy my lovely flowers?

 usually the image below would wind up in the trash but thanks to jay maisel it’s a keeper for me



Young female model first shoot

December 1, 2013

As mary said in her NY metro blog posting about this photoshoot “Things don’t always go as planned… but it doesn’t mean that it has to turn out bad… just different” and so it was with this one.

China doll a young graphic designer discussed working with me on something creative. we began with her concept of a golden gift, something soft and warm like a woman’s body, working with a young woman who never modeled before but is a creative and expressed her interest in modeling. well isn’t that what it takes and being interested in learning? i hope i never loose that myself. i think half the process is just showing up an be willing to learn that’s most of what i do.

she is unlike so many other young wanttobe models who think it’s a glamorous life and guys tell them all the time, hey you should be a model, yea right on your way to riches and fame jump in this bed with me, well you know the rest.

it’s a lot of hard work, takes knowledge of the form, practice, practice, and more practice along with a hell of a lot of luck. many are called, few are chosen. hey what do i know i don’t deal in the world of professional photography. i am just a hobbyist or artistic hobbit, never really sure what i am.

thank goodness my early pictures were done on film which was easy to dispose of. as i recall helmut newton  had a pretty rough start. tho i am not in helmuts league nor do i think i ever will be, i am just saying.  creatively i just try to be open and go with the flow, showing my hippie roots.

oh well, on to the reason i struggle with this technology. hum a gift [naked woman] without wrapping paper, oh wait i’ve got some of this silver mylar so we begin this picture story of salome our china doll.

silver mylar with hands

but out of four tries coming out of the hershey wrapper i wasn’t able to get much i liked. it was hard for her to stand from a kneeling position.

young nude chinese woman

but i am always trying this and that but if this isn’t working why don’t i try going in closer?

young nude chinese woman

what i should have done in the beginning as the body paint was being applied by china doll  is be there supervising more, i did ask a mm make up person to join us but never heard back.

young nude chinese woman

but instead i just dropped in occasionally seeing how it was going but staying on the sidelines i never got the base i was looking for, it got out of hand.

young nude chinese woman

the model was having some difficult time finding the light and i am changing it as we go turning this on this off,  i should have articulated more what i wanted with the body paint. like what happened around her eyes below.

young nude chinese woman

 live and learn.

but below is my favorite of all the images. i don’t expect to get a lot of images out of a shoot i am happy if i get one. i think there is a softness and sensuality here as bob dylan said in the song Just like a woman ‘she breaks like a little girl’

young nude chinese woman

sums up todays feelings, to autumn

October 3, 2012

this is very much how i feel today, it’s grey and uninspiring out there. i’ve got a boring photo assignment  that won’t stop an illegal building practice but will do it anyway and looking through my last photo session i got bubkas so try a ps filter and this is what i got so far.

B&W nude

not really what one might associate with the poem below but the first line by john keats caught feelings perfectly.

      John Keats (1795-1821)


SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

my digital morning pages


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