Nudes

Nikon at the Playboy Mansion

To mark the passing of Hugh Hefner I’m reposting this from years gone by. RIP Hef. Lord knows you’d need some rest by now. 😉

So let me tell you the story.

I get a call from a BET producer on a Friday night asking if I can go shoot an event for her at the Playboy Mansion the next night. It might come as a surprise to most people but the Playboy Mansion is the site of innumerable charity functions. I’d been up there before. Swam in the grotto pool. Blah blah blah.

But never, slow my rapidly beating heart, had I ever been there with a camera and a press credential.

So of course, I say yes! The problem, however, is that at that time in my life my health was absolutely miserable. So when the next day dawned blisteringly hot, I was both sick and apprehensive.

To get to these things at the Playboy Mansion you have to shuttle over. Actually they’re full-sized buses and you usually depart from a giant multi-level parking garage somewhere else on the Westside of Los Angeles. That was the case when I had my significant and dubious girlfriend of over three decades drop me off at the parking garage.

And I was still feeling very bad. And it was hot as Hades. I gave her strict instructions to be ‘on call’ cell phone on because I knew there’d be a long wait in a smothering parking garage and that I’d probably bail even before the first bus departed.

That was at 5:00 pm west coast time. Girlfriend didn’t hear from me again until near 1:00 am, when she found me lying on the sidewalk where she left me, drenched in sweat, with an absolutely stupid semi-permanent smile plastered on my half-crocked visage.

Yes. I was there a LONG time. I went through three or four different types of event photography all in one night. Red carpet. Long lens daylight candids. Available lowlight shooting. Standard event flash photography with the SB-800 and the 24-70 f2.8 Nikkor.

Lot of great stories. Met a lot of great people, believe it or not.

A pair of young female reporters for an online publication that covers charity events hooked up with me on the bus over. I guess this is when you know you’re getting old and harmless as a guy and maybe just a little pathetic. One of the girls was LOVELY. For a lot of the evening she carried my heavy camera back pack around for me. Are you kidding me? Nice girl, definitely not from L.A.

At one point in the dusky part of the early evening, after sundown but when there’s still some light in the air, and of course there’s plenty of lighting at the event, a heavily geared up Canon shooter came up to me while I was shooting with the 70-200 f2.8 Nikkor. This is in the early days of the D3. He was very irritated with me for some reason and he says, “You know you’re not getting anything with that lens in this light?”

That was right around the time the picture at the top of this post was taken. And this one.

I’m linking to a Flickr slideshow of the images that ended up being used not by BET but another publication. They might appear a little soft in the slideshow as they are only 800x on the long end. It’s the entire gallery of ‘safe’ images.

But I’m also including below a definitevly NSFW slideshow of images that have never been seen by anyone but myself. These are of body-painted girls and when I say NSFW I really mean it! These are not your father’s body-painted naked girls here.

It’s the Playboy Mansion. What’d you expect?

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Nikon at the Playboy Mansion

Reblogging this one from June of last year.

50'Lux

To mark the passing of Hugh Hefner I’m reposting this from years gone by. RIP Hef. Lord knows you’d need some rest by now. 😉

So let me tell you the story.

I get a call from a BET producer on a Friday night asking if I can go shoot an event for her at the Playboy Mansion the next night. It might come as a surprise to most people but the Playboy Mansion is the site of innumerable charity functions. I’d been up there before. Swam in the grotto pool. Blah blah blah.

But never, slow my rapidly beating heart, had I ever been there with a camera and a press credential.

So of course, I say yes! The problem, however, is that at that time in my life my health was absolutely miserable. So when the next day dawned blisteringly hot, I was both sick and apprehensive.

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Larva in (re)Pose

This young lady should teach workshops to models on the art of posing. Yes. Larva is her name. Click on the ‘Nudes’ categories link beside the title for more of her astounding work. Mine? Meh. 😉

Pin-up Nude Strangeness: Works / Doesn’t Work?

Admittedly, this is an odd one. At times I’ve thought it was great, at other times I’ve thought, don’t ever show this image to anyone unless you plan to kill them soon after. 

But I’m drawn back to it because I like weirdness in photography. Not necessarily 50 layers of Photoshop ‘arty’ weirdness, but something different. As I’ve stated in a previous post I never really wanted to be associated with glamour photography. But I think most glamour photographers would run quickly away from an image like this.

But what do you think? Comments welcome!

Classic Nudes: The Income Stream of Your Dreams

A successful boudoir photography business is probably the dream of a lot of photographers right now. There are classes and seminars on YouTube on how to shoot and grow a profitable boudoir photography business as either a sideline or as the main part of your business. If that’s your dream, then you should go for it.

But I, and excuse me while my nose goes up into the air, could never do that kind of photography. Call me a big-city snob but my own aesthetic compass would never allow me to light and shoot and grease my lens with vaseline (just kidding there) to photograph some pink chubby housewives in Sears lingerie just to earn a dollar.

Because you KNOW that’s what it’s going to come down to. Eventually and at some point. For a buck, you’re going to be powdering and blowing smoke up the rear end of some fabulously good humored lady who, and there’s not a damned thing wrong with this, wants some sexy slightly naughty images of her soft 50 year old body to try to kick start her fast asleep husband’s heart one last time.

I have another idea. One you’ve NEVER heard before, but I bet you’re going to like it.

Take the high road. If you DO live in or near a city, then you also live near educated and classy women many of whom spend hours in the gym honing their bodies into fat-burning machines that they are very very proud of.

And because they have different tastes than the ladies seeking boudoir photographers, and they don’t shop at Sears, they also might be likely to have an appreciation for the aesthetics of classic form and figure studies.

Maybe they might like nothing more than to have their own stunning hard bodies recorded for the ages via the visual medium of photography.

And, yeah, maybe it’s something that exists only somewhere in the back of their high-brow minds, waiting for someone like you to come along and offer your services.

Do I need to say more?

I think probably that most of you who are perpetually looking to maximize your income stream are probably way ahead of me at this point. I’m sure also that the wheels are turning now for some of you who, like me, just don’t want to go there as it applies to standard ‘boudoir’ photography.

My suggestion. Pick up some classic nude sculpture or drawing books, visit a museum or library, and start getting a repertoire established in your mind in terms of poses, angles, lighting, etc.

So get your noses up in the air and hang a shingle as a fine-art photographer specializing in classic nudes of physically fit women.

Do I have your attention now?

You say you want an example?

Below is a woman in her 40s. Click on it for a larger version. Please don’t ask me about lighting set ups. I supply the ideas. You have to bring something to the table. And you don’t want to waste anyone’s time or money not knowing what you’re doing.

This picture exists because of what’s inside MY head as much as it does because of what’s in front of the lens. Could the image be more perfect? Could I have cloned out the lines left from the imprint of her clothing? Diffused the light more? Of course I could have. But I chose not to. My aesthetic says no to these things.

That is why, if you get this income stream up and running, I’m going to be needing my cut! 😉