As a comic book artist, Sean needs a lot of photo references. And because he prefers to not steal exact poses from other photographs that aren’t his (It’s a fine line, but he considers it stealing art. I pretty much agree), he asks me to photograph him in various poses for the male characters, and he poses me for the female characters.
So, here I am, on my hands and knees with my body curved in the shape of a “C” but looking straight up, pretending to be one of the hippies begging for money in his next issue. As you can imagine, it’s not the most comfortable pose, but I endure for art’s sake. And Sean is SOOO picky about these things, he’s all: Good, tilt your chin up…good, now move your pinky finger down. Uh-huh and lower your shoulders. Good…”
By this point, my arms are starting to cramp and my back is bursting into spasms.
Me: Take the damn picture, Sean!
Him: Hold on…just move your hand to the right.
I do as I’m told.
Him: Move it to the right.
I move it more to the right.
Him: To the right…
I move even more to the right. By this point my arms is now completely outstretched.
Him: I said your RIGHT!
Me: This IS my right!
Him: Oh, oops. I mean your left.
Seriously? Someone in this apartment needs to go back to grade school. And believe it or not, it’s not the girl crawling around on all fours, who considers chocolate cake to be a good choice for breakfast.