I tell a lie: I know exactly where it came from. It started with 2009's New Year Resolution to improve my self-esteem, went via the gym on my bicycle, involved a wonderful lady reminding me to take the brown paper bag off my head, and ended up in a catsuit. From there a photoshoot turned "boudoir" but without the right skills or photography vocabulary to express what I saw. And then I saw the advert...
Excluding a very short spell of promotional photography at university for a dramatic production, this is the first time I have had someone stand in front of the camera with the specific aim of them being the subject of the picture. I'd not directed a model, and suddenly I had two. Practice, practice, practice!
[pullquote author=""]How I melted my Pilates Ball with a Speedlite.[/pullquote]
My gym instructor makes me do an exercise that's a little like this. Of course, it looks far cooler when I'm not in a big floppy cotton tracksuit and drenched with sweat from the workout.
After the boudoir/art nude photography course earlier this week, I was keen to try and put into practice the techniques I'd learned. Sadly it's been a very busy few weeks for me at work, and I was lucky to get even a couple of hours to play. Of course, the only time I was free was at stupid o'clock on Saturday night, so the only "model" available was yours truly. My tense neck, and aching back and shoulder muscles (from long days working at a computer) are clearly on view in this picture.
