This is the same Pin-Up Party that Julia was a part of. I think we had about 6 girls–all of which I’m going to try to feature over the next few weeks. Eliza’s shoot was interesting…Liza and I have been friends for quite a while. She doesn’t wear makeup. She sees it as a misrepresentation of herself. In fact, she (and her sister who also joined in the Pin-Up fun) don’t even own foundation. Which is a pretty important part of preparing for a shoot. You know, the lights and camera can sometimes wash you out, blah blah blah.
Liza’s also a very modest person. Going out for drinks and dancing, she (like me usually) tends to wear casual cute clothing–not anything too revealing or tight. She chose to wear this Esther Williams bathing suit for her 20-minute session which photographed beautifully.
It just goes to show that your pin-up shoot or boudoir session can be anything you want it to be. It doesn’t have to be revealing or suggestive. It can be cute and fun and retro!
So, this wedding happened in July. JULY! And I am just now getting around to blogging about it. Shameful…
Amanda and Ray got married back in July up in the Bronx. It was a little hard to get to from Brooklyn, but somehow me and my directionally challenged ways managed to get there on time. With the help of Missy and google maps.
I started at the groom’s house to photograph the guys getting ready and I rode in the limo with them to the venue. On the way, one of the groomsmen (who shall remain nameless) started whistling at a girl walking down the street. Out of the open window, he asked her if she’d want to be his date for the wedding. Laughing, the rest of the guys grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back into the limo. What followed were many crude (but funny) jokes regarding the sizes of all their manhood. Oh, how I love my job! =0)
So, we arrive to the ceremony and during the portraits before, I make a comment about how Anonymous Groomsman was hitting on random women. At this point, all the groomsmen give me huge eyes…you know the eyes I’m talking about. The “Shut up” eyes. And one of them leans over to me and points to his girlfriend a few yards away. I was pretty sure she didn’t hear anything, but for all I knew her mother or best friend could have been standing next to me.
I cleared my throat. “Oh, I didn’t mean it was HIM hitting on women. It was, uh…” and as I looked at all the groomsmen, I realized they were all married or taken. There was no one else to blame it on except “Me. Yes, it was me. I was trying to pin it on the guys, but wow…er…she was so fine. I couldn’t help myself. Me and my lesbian ways.”
All the guys hollered in laughter. Several fell to the ground laughing. I’m not sure what was funnier–me trying to cover up my blunder…or me as a lesbian. Needless to say, my gratuity that night was fortiful. And it wasn’t necessarily from the bride and groom!