Or, again with apologies to Cheap Trick, I want you to want me to want you.
I had a bridal boudoir shoot this afternoon. I’ve been wanting to do a bunch of these for promoting my services. A friend of mine, Han Hills, provides secular weddings and other services for the non-religious. Often times his clients are eloping here to the beach for their wedding, and ask if he can recommend a photographer for a small ceremony. He’s asked me to handle these a few times now, and in the future will be putting my name out there more, including on his website. As an additional service, I’d like to offer boudoir services to wedding photography clients, and I’ve needed some photos for that. Elizabeth is new to the modeling industry, and she came by today to pose for a bit for that. She was awesome, and I’d recommend her to anyone who asked.
Brides are usually the half of a nuptial couple that does these photos, and the photos are usually for the groom. And most often, when I shoot an actual bride for this sort of thing, the photos are for the groom *only*. That means I don’t get to plaster them all over my website, or get to use them for promotional purposes on Han’s. Hence the need for models. (I’m still in need of more models: you don’t have to be a professional model, or even an amateur model, and your sitting and shots are free as my way of saying ‘thanks’. Touch base with me through the Contact page, and we’ll set it up!)
There’s a pretty standard look that most brides want for this. Most often, they want “classy black and white photos”, soft focus, soft light, etc. And almost invariably, the bride will be adorned in white lace. I don’t really know from whence that traditional look comes, and frankly it doesn’t matter to me. Besides looking pretty in photos, I just like white lace. It’s versatile and can express anything from demure, shy invitation to strong, bold sexual aggression. Or it could just be a doily on your grand aunt’s coffee table, what do I know?
But my thing for a lover in lingerie isn’t restricted to white lace, by any means. I like all sorts of stuff, different colors, materials, styles, cuts, combinations… It’s all good with me. Sure, it will wind up on the floor eventually, but that’s really beside the point.
Here’s the thing about lingerie, for me; see if you can follow:
I want you.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me to want you.
For me, lingerie isn’t about white lace or black leather or red satin. It isn’t about expense. It isn’t about holidays or special occasions.
Lingerie is about *effort*. And nothing moves me or excites me or makes me feel loved and wanted more than effort. Writing me a love poem in Klingon would do the same thing for me. But fair warning; read it to me while wearing white lace, and I’ll probably marry you. Betazoid style, if you want.
To repeat the disclaimer, this is a project about re-discovery. It’s about remembering who I am, what I’m about, what I love and what I do not. Fair warning, this project will be posted here rather than at my SFW site because there will be nudity from time to time. Some of it will be of me, some not, some artistic and pretty to look at, some just raw.
I don’t intend to think of something every day and then shoot it, though I may do that sometimes, too. But sometimes I will just shoot, and then find something about myself in the frames and post about that thing, whatever it is.