Burning for the West

Photo by cx photography.

Model is Nomenclature.

Today I pack. This next month will be spent on the west coast, and I am working on convincing myself that sweaters and long pants are going to be of some use to me there - a task difficult to comprehend in sweltering 100 degree weather. I also am packing for Burning Man. There I plan on running around laden in a sunscreen bodysuit during the daylight hours, and in my version of funky outfits at night.

Yesterday I met the alt/fetish model Velocity at her photoshoot with my friend KMann Photography. She is a fantastic model and someone I hope to run into again when we are both at Burning Man and traveling around the country.

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Photos by MartiniVision of Greensboro, North Carolina

When all else fails, write a blog. Or post some cool photos and keep your mouth shut.

Licking Videos

Photos by Art Tavee of NYC.

When I first told my mother about my art nude modeling, she proclaimed, "not licking videos!!?!" To this day I have not determined what exactly that means, but I am left pondering what sorts of things she watches online. This is my version of a "licking video," minus the video component, and any heightened sexual implications that I feel the phrase brings to mind. I almost feel compelled to do an entire series of said, "licking video" stills.

Timing

Photo by Tortured Artist Productions

"Timing. The quality of our lives is hinged on timing. Good or bad."

This is true in work and play.

Although not my quote, I second this sentiment expressed by a photographer I would have liked to have shot with on an upcoming trip. My flurry of travels allows me to work with a number of people I never would have had the opportunity to meet and collaborate with, but sometimes the fates have it that a trip while well intentioned is set at the wrong time. Things go wrong, perhaps less than ideal plans are made. I continually hope that as time progresses I will line up my schedule with the flow of cosmos. How wonderful it would be to feel I am in the right place at all moments, rather than feeling as though I planned incorrectly. Now would be a lovely time to be working in Colorado, or still on the east coast, and yet I find myself stagnant in Texas. I must just wait, and soon enough the clock with continue spinning and fly me to another place.

I am taking the plunge and doing a little bit of international travel. And timing has me wrong. Or I have timing wrong. Tickets have not been bought, and I watch each day as the price trickles higher. At this point I either jump or wait, crossing my fingers, for a travel deal to show on my umpteenth search.

Repose

Photo by Fred Link of Atlanta, Georgia.

Sometimes I am drawn to images which appear to break all sorts of rules. Typical "fine art nudes" rules say my left foot should be on toe to create a more elegant line, and perhaps my left hand should be resting on a limb rather than cupped openly. And yet I really do like the overarching feeling of this photo. It is relaxed and real. The portrait of a young woman in repose.

Back to reality

Photo by Michael White of Arkansas.

The tornado is over, I have been deposited back to a calmer reality. I have a to-do list that is taller than I and enough emails to sort out to make my fingers scream. Thank you everyone for your patience.

Last night I took a moment to feed some ducks and geese in a park after a bit of work. I felt as though I was 9 again for a few moments.

NYC...and Jersey

Thank you everyone in NYC for making this trip so fantastic. I will see ya'll in 2011!

I keep gushing about NYC, but no trip here is complete without at least a few shoots in New Jersey. My first time here I imagined traveling to New Jersey to be like a journey to a foreign land when in the city. Now I know that reaching New Jersey is really as simple as catching a bus or train, and really no different from heading to the Bronx or Staten Island in terms of time and difficulty. This is some of the art coming out of New Jersey. Photos by Michael Randazzo, Vincent Arthur and Michael Grapin.