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This was a test shot whilst I set up the lighting and The model took a quick drink but it's such a natural capture I had to post it.
Didn't plan this at all, no sir. Amanda was meeting me in about a half hour, and I had been texting everyone I could think of to see if I could up my model count for our shoot. Lydia was almost off work and up for having a Polaroid pointed in her direction, so I stopped by the salon she worked at to wait while they closed up.
Before we even left to meet Amanda, I figured I'd get a head start and finish off the pack of PX680 CP that was already in my SX-70. That is a tricky combination when you don't have an ND filter inserted, so I was trying to learn to compensate, and I'd already failed with half the pack.
Lydia was a wonderful choice for that last shot. If ever you wanted a model that's spontaneous and playful, she's your girl. Instead of setting her drink and snack aside while I took the shot, she held them up and gave me the greatest face ever. One of my favorite shots of Lydia for sure.
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Once again, Rachel R.'s camera catches Joni with a bottle of the self-proclaimed "King of Beers" in hand. Hopefully, a Budweiser executive will see this photo and realize that Joni is better looking than a Clydesdale and a much better marketing option. I mean, who is likely to sell more beer; a pretty woman wearing a leather miniskirt and fishnets or an oversized horse?? . . . Joni isn't asking too much for the use of her image by Budweiser. How about a couple of free cases of brew, Bud Man? . . . Otherwise, Joni is going to have to resort to obscuring the label on the bottle! . . . or drinking Coors!
Doing a bit of Rurex, or Urbex... Not sure which one's more accurate for this location, around the coast and visited a coastal outpost from the Great War which housed a twelve pounder anti-navel gun.
Hello. Introducing my new vintage looking shop placement set. Entire set is only 10 land impact.
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/rojo-Shoppe-Placement-SET/19...
Also you can see it inworld.
Mark and his signature Coke can and sunglasses play some Chinese Checkers on vacation at Lake Michigan.
Your turn Ilse!
All arranged in neat rows (7 years ago today) for a dynamic social experience at Starbucks, South End Green, Hampstead, London.
Or, I'd love to think, a F1GP gaming experience - I can't help but note the grid pattern.
One London bus reflected in the window.
Alien Bee B1600 in a 12x80 vertical strip box camera left behind model. Another B1600 in a 12x80 stripbox camera right behind model. B800 in a 36 inch Octa high and slightly camera left. Silver reflector beneath model at waist height.
Model: Michelle Vu (Model Mayhem #117520)
Location: Studio Twelve South First, San Jose
during this time all drivers would set the empty containers back on the corner of the driveway at each house as a courtesy to distinguish ourselves. here you can see trash containers returned in that fashion, with recycle bins still on the street awaiting collection.
It's always fun to find a neat line-up of items for a shot. I figure these nuts and hardware won't make it through a stormy season without walls shielding them from snow and wind. They probably have been sitting here for 50 years.
There's a lot of reasoning behind the placement of the Showcase pavilions. American Adventure, as the host pavilion, originally was to sit where Showcase Plaza now resides- thus establishing Mexico and Canada on either side. China and Japan had to be separated architecturally but some pairings made too much sense- the United Kingdom and France for example.
The waterways trailing in from International Gateway provide an ideal metaphorical English Channel and Seine River.
France Pavilion
Epcot
Walt Disney World Resort
Lake Buena Vista, FL
When thinking up the concept of this photo - Alexandra flipping her hair in Josie's face & 'accidentally' ruining the band's first picture at a major event - was the first thing that popped into my head & truth be told, were I to do it over again I would build my poster around the HQ image of this & either the film strips on the side or not there at all. At the time I was still using my first Chandra & asked Max if using a smaller pic with a different one on my poster was ok. Thankfully he said yes & my love of this photo is what inspired me to completely switch my Chandra to this one full time.
All right, you got me. I've been housebound and shoveling a lot of snow the last two days. No, I haven't taken a bath or even brushed my hair. Yes, I probably ought to. :)
Constructive criticism always welcome!
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Iridonia, the gateway to the Outer Rim.
The red sphere was a dry, harsh world, the home to the hardy Zabrak. The Zabrak had a centuries-long tradition of hyperspace trade, rivalries with the Duros, and a shareholder’s slice of the pie when it came to making decisions about hyperspace tariffs. Their homeworld’s placement provided leverage, leverage that the current regime was glad to exploit.
The House of Kesh had ruled Iridonia for decades. Lord Kesh had proven himself a violent, unstable, vain tyrant who murdered outsiders and made his own people slaves. The rest of the galaxy might have ignored this, but Kesh also made a habit of choking the Coruscant-Dantooine hyperlanes. Hitting people’s bottom lines was a good way to draw their attention.
For over a month, a growing team of CFS diplomats had been hunkered down on Iridonia to try to negotiate a deal with its government, working to arrive at some sort of agreement, both among themselves and the Iridonian leadership. Everyone in the room had different priorities: some represented the CFS Merchant Core and just wanted to relax tariffs, others had the plight of the people in mind. Some wanted to take Kesh before a trial, deal with things peacefully. Others at the table would rather see him dead.
A sandstorm of intrigue surrounded the diplomats since the moment they arrived. Spies hung on every corner and doorway: CFS spies and Iridonian spies, and spies working for individual diplomats, advancing causes unbeknownst to their colleagues. While the gears of diplomacy grinded on, some had initiated more direct action.
Forgun Bohani had been the third diplomat to arrive in the Iridonian court. He was a clever old man, always watching and listening, who found himself on the side of a peaceful transition of power. He had listened to the bickering in the court long enough to decide a fresh voice was needed. He knew exactly who to summon: a young diplomat who had negotiated terms at Kril’Dor after the Pyerce insurrection, a rising star named Lan Honn. Honn seemed intelligent, studious, and honorable, precisely what was needed here. Bohani sent a message asking for Honn’s help, offering himself as a sponsor.
When the message arrived, Lan Honn was struck speechless. Once he had composed himself, calmed his excited nerves, and closed his gaping jaw, he jumped at the opportunity with appropriate seriousness. He became a tireless student of the Iridonian situation as he traveled, pouring over not only the current stakes of the negotiation, but Iridonian culture, art, and history. Anything that might help him understand their point of view. He stared out the viewport of his transport at the grim, dust-red planet’s surface.
Though he would soon join the CFS entourage, he chose to mask his arrival by docking at a swoop slum far from the city center. He traveled in plainclothes accompanied only by his bodyguard, the dangerous Esno Bo’Barbi.
The landing pad was deserted. The only people in sight were offworlders who looked more than worse-for-wear. As Honn and Bo’Barbi walked down the gangplank, a fat, bearded Lannik approached.
Honn turned to his companion. “Here comes Dak Sirah, a rogue if ever there was one, true and merry-faced though he be.”
“Aye,” replied the gruff Bo’Barbi. “Untiring after his own interest. Though if his and ours overlap, he becomes a useful fellow.”
Honn smiled at Sirah. “Dak! It’s good to see you. Live you on borrowed credits, or your own?”
“Lan Honn!” cried the bearded man. “Prince among men! Don’t you look…discrete. For once, I’m the handsomer of us two! For a diplomat, you make a lousy first impression, y’know. Don’t jest about my finances, I try to do my best.”
Honn grinned. “You’ve never once succeeded, though you’re not without other merit.”
Sirah peered at him. “Honest for a diplomat, too. Let’s put aside the squabbling, eh? I’m here on Bohani’s behalf, he got your message and sent me to lead you to the courts. I’d say welcome, but there’s nothing welcoming about Iridonia at present. What do you know about the situation, Honn?”
“I’ve read up on my way.”
“Ah! Of course you have. I should’ve known.”
“But pretend I haven’t. I want to hear it from your perspective.”
Dak sighed. “It’s a port of wolves, Honn. The Iridonians waste no pity or kindness on their own people, much less the Duros or offworlders. Both sides watch each other, constant with their spies. Yours truly, in fact, does some work on the side for Lord Bohani! Though, come to think of it, I wasn’t meant to let on to that.”
“I would think Bohani would bring on tighter-lipped spies. Though he’d be hard-pressed to find one more likable.”
“Ahhh, that’s my trick, there. No one suspects a guy like me to do anything more subtle than a public one-man-show! Keeps ‘em off the scent. It’s a good thing you’re here, Honn. It’s all been infighting and circling so far. Every day new proposals, new amendments, but nothin’ seems to stick. They’ve needed some fresh ideas, I think you’re just the one for it.”
“Thank you, Dak. I mean to be of service.”
Sirah scoffed. “You seem nervous. You kidding me? You’ll do great, you’re a bright guy. A lot brighter than some of the statues they’ve got at the table right now. Scaft, I nearly forgot to greet your bodyguard. Mister Bo’Barbi, the most dangerous man in the galaxy, enemy to nere’do’wells! A title I hope I don’t merit.”
Bo’Barbi raised an eyebrow. “An enemy to flatterers, too, mister Sirah.”
“Ah . . . Point taken. Lovely to make your acquaintance, sir! Ol’ Dak means no harm, no harm at all.” Sirah crinkled his jolly face. “Not unless you’re a bottle of Mantelli Scotch, anyway.”
Those black leather straps were strategically done first for logistic reasons.
As mentioned previously, despite restricted body movements, her eyes and face followed me around.
I was the luckiest man on earth (apart from the airbrush artist). :-)
2012 Sydney Tattoo & Body Art Expo.
Sydney Olympic Park, Sydney, Australia (Saturday 10 Mar 2012 @ 1:05pm).
ISO1600 | f/4.5 | 1/50sec | + 1/3 EV | 70-300mm @ 84mm | AWB | raw
Unintended: wanted just to say Happy New Year! to all my contacts and this was the nearest to a festive shot that first popped in the archive. Restaurants apparently get such items free from suppliers, but I have to warn: Smoking can seriously damage your health! ignore the promoted brand :)