Anyways, I was out shoe shopping in my neighborhood for a shoot on Monday, and I got lucky to find a great pair of tan wooden platforms for a great price. As I'm passing by my Dominican Lady's boutique, I see her, and as customary, waive "hello", and she summons me to the store to ask if she can have my card, for the third time, so she's already lost it twice. I tell her not to talk to me about modeling her feet anymore, and we can stay friends, but she just won't let go off the topic. She asks me when is my next shoot, and I tell her that probably on Monday, and show her the platforms I just bought. Well I'll be dammed if she just about has an orgasm right there and then, and tells me she loves them so much that she would love to try them right there in the store, even though they're a size too large for her.
All the while this is going on, she's telling her grumpy old Russian boss how much I want to photograph her feet, but the old guy seems more put upon than anything else.
So I get to thinking, maybe the secret to this lady is to take her to a local park, and do a quick commando style shoot with her, away from the studio, and all the fancy lights. The shoes look so good on her that I tell her that I'll give her $9 (the whole content of my wallet at the time) if she lets me take a few quick snaps right there. She immediately brightens, and agrees, even giving me a glimpse of her equally impressive rack. The results are here, the saga continues...
[ September 26, 2013, 07:21 PM: Message edited by: Fair Adam ]