Whimsy

Posted on March 24, 2017 by michaelvasquezart

Welcome to the first of my flight of Whimsy. When working as a photographer, I am like hunter, seeking…., trying to let nothing escape my notice. Glittery objects catch the eye, I am lost in my own creative world. I focus attention, lost in the curls, and the stars. My eye seeking out the proper angle, let the curls lead…, no the stars. The idle part of my mind creates a story, birthplace of stars, curling down to earth…., each little sharks teeth, one following another down…, till the ribbon snaps…., star free. Curl…, rebounds give each star that little snap, and away. Curl rebounds…, re-curls, springs back…, yoyoing, till the tension catches each curl in it position.

From the King William Fair held in San Antonio, Tx each April. Used to be free, got too popular for its own good. A nice family weekend, children welcome, their strollers not so much. Gets pretty packed, people are looking for other people and not little ones at tripping height. As photographer/hunter I get freedom of movement so I can stalk my prey, get a clear shot.

A dad asks, can he buy a roll of film off me, so I give what is a fair price for me, considering what I may loose not having that roll of film. A bit of attitude at the price, I tell him that if it too much fine, I’ll keep it.

Untitled

Posted on March 16, 2017 by michaelvasquezart

I’ve been scanning for the new site, starting the B & W work at last. I feel my strongest pull from producing a lovely B & W, all the shades of grey. How far Jean Dawson and I have come, thank you Jean.

Latina Angel

Posted on March 8, 2017 by michaelvasquezart

She was one of those “kids” that are at risk, newly eighteen, already trying out the sex trade. I saw her portfolio which featured tight shot of her pubic region. I knew I could do a much better job, and maybe show her photographs as art. She came to the studio, and changed into a really cute short bathrobe. She sat there, smoking a mile a minute, a haze of blue surrounded her head. For what seemed like 5 minutes, she when on about what questions she would answer, and never ask personal questions. She sat there, tight as a spring, and asked, “any questions?” Yeah, I asked “do you get “nekked”? She threw off the bathrobe, preening, she turn to me like “feast your eyes on this”! I studied her saying, “naw, let’s get you in a dress”!

She burst out laughing, and we were friends. That is an important skill I have, knowing what to say in the moment. Respecting my models, and having fun at the same time. And not backing down when they test the limits.