End…, and a Beginning

Well that time has come, I realized long ago that I no longer had a business as a commercial events guy. Now I am getting rid of thousands of slide that are no longer relevant. A sad drawn out affair, punching holes in work that I am very proud of. A testament to my lighting skill, the ability to capture a look or mood. Of hours spent try to capture those images, the setup time I had to invest, and tear down mode while starting to decompress from the stress of the shoot. Of the hours on the prowl for those spontaneous captures of relaxed guess enjoying the evening.

Once while I was scouting by the bar looking for my next shot, a guest remarked that I looked like was hunting. Yeah I replied, next to the feed trough, and the watering hole…, they all must come here. He looked sort of puzzled, then saw what I saw, the banquet table, and the bar. I’d spot a prey, and follow them back to the main herd where I was sure to get a good shot. Or the young teens I asked to take their photo, I got them all lineup, safety shot. Then I told them they looked like a bunch of granny’s posing…, that got them. As one they dropped into a Charlies Angels pose with finger-guns drawn.

For me it is the end of an era. Little time to look back at the fun I had, the people I played with. I’ll save that for the very last part of life when I no longer get to shoot. I turn to the arts, the erotic arts…, I am finally connecting to the right model’s. Women in their forties (40’s), women who have lived life with few, if any regrets. Coming in to work with me, to capture their personalities, and beauty. Not to say I will not work with younger models, but they do not interest me as much. I value those who are approaching forties (40’s), their special vulnerability that is part of their charm. Of that special character they have locked behind their eyes.

It is said that “the eyes are the window of the soul”. My wish is for them to open that window so I can reveal the enchanting creature I have glimpsed in that moment.

Trials and tribulations of Gutenberg

I had to switch over to Gutenberg, or have my website rebuild. So now I am learning the new program, how it works, or doesn’t. I ask your patience while I learn, and adjust my thinking. Just go to show that learning never ends at any age. It’s good for the brain as well especially as one ages, those pathways to the whole you need maintenance. Similar as when I had the stroke, needed to rebuild new pathways to the whole me, though not quite as well as before. Knew those old pathways like the back of my hand I had used them so long. Now I have to pick my routes carefully, feeling out the terrain as I go.

Well that is my underlying problem exacerbated by an aging brain. So I will get proficient as I can for now I am happy to even post in the block editor.

Art of Being a Nude Model

Being a nude model is a lot of hard work, it‘s not about just taking off your clothes. So many young women advertise themselves as doing nude on Model Mayhem. They all want the pay without knowing what is involved. They don’t know how to pose, how to move, or what to do really except to stand there looking cute. When working with a nude photographer they must have a presence, poise, be comfortable in their skins. That is hard to do at best, many models spend years perfecting their poses.

Many who call themselves nude models do not know the first thing about how to hold themselves, have a working knowledge of how a camera works, or how the shadows can work against their poses. A good model is hard to find, a good nude model harder still. A good model has proven poses that work well in certain circumstances, but kill you in others. That is were a basic knowledge of lighting comes in, play to the light. Or play to the shadow if that is what’s require. Play off the props around you, when working with widows do you want to incorporate them into your pose, do you want to play with any curtains. Do you want to raise your arm and point. When using your arms to cover your breasts, how much is enough…, how much pressure is best for what you are doing with what you have. Do you need to support the breasts so they appear fuller than they are.

Michael Vasquez Art ©

Photographers are like everyone else, there are good ones, there are bad ones. Some you can trust to be professional, some be on your guard. How can you tell the difference? The way you market yourself is so important. If you are just starting out as a nude model trust is the number one key thing you want to have. Though the proper marketing you can gain some advantage in your posting for any model site, have some good quality work to show. When you are starting out whatever type of modeling you do, have the absolute best work you can afford. In many cases trade the photographer for his time and talent if you can. If you have no nudes, or only shots taken by your boyfriend on his phone. Work with a professional first, trade your time and his interest to shoot you. Does he/she follow through with what they say they will do.

Michael Vasquez Art ©

Be proactive in your approach to nude modeling, and your safety. Have a line that states that you do full nude on a case by case basis. That you need to meet first if you can to find out just what is expected of you. For heaven sake check the photographer out, does he/she have a website, what kind of work do they do. Is that a good look for you, or is getting the money more important. Also other professional nude models websites can be a wealth of information, they have years of knowledge.

In the end your safety is pretty much up to you.

Michael Vasquez Art ©

Enjoy being nude, your poses, enjoy your skin.

Hiatus Over

While my summer hiatus was nice, I have been pretty busy. Last year I donated a print to Pan-Eros Foundation, for consensual sexuality, and this year to The Vagina Museum in London. These are two organization that I support, and want to aid them in there mission with my work.  Also a body-painter who’s been my friend for years is doing a show here in San Antonio, I arraigned for a model and a place to stay for her.  If that wasn’t enough the model, her husband, I went to an event celebrating body painting.

I myself don’t have a vagina, but have known over the years many fine people who did. I want to give something back for all the knowledge they were willing to teach me. From a young age I was enchanted with the creatures, and though my knowledge was sorely lacking I was an eager student. These women, some of who I still know, taught me all that they knew about them.

If you’re going to be in London anytime soon check out the Vagina Museum, and buy a mug!

Postponement.

The models had to put off the shoot to meet how their life went, nothing special just wait.  As another birthday rapidly adds to the count, how much that young man was to  grow.  As I have grown I knew more, as I knew more I added to my knowledge…, I did better.  I am still a work in progress.

My work has changed with the models I am getting to know.  One potential model told me that “your photography has different and respectful aspects”.  It feels so good to get the compliment.  I love my subjects and show them the respect that I hold for them it shows in my images.  Now with their help I hope to capture some great images in my little daylight studio.

What a wonderful way to celebrate my 71!

New Model

I have a lovely new model coming in a few weeks with whom I hope to take this shot again this time with pubic hair.  Models do have lives of their own, it may or may not workout.  Stay tuned to find out!  Also on tap are some loving shots of her and her gentleman, and the baby she is carrying.  Part of the joy I find in photography, that and the terror till I get film back and see what and if I got what I saw in the viewfinder.  Once again I have to thank my models for working with me, and sharing my vision.

Burr Oak and Nipple.., Oh My!

 

 

I’ve been lucky enough to have a very unique model to work out ideas with. I have known her for some 10 years now. She is a friend who comes over not nearly enough, something that gives us lots to talk about. I love having her drop by to just talk. I get the chance to talk about what I am working with, and why, and what kind on concepts that interest my creative mind now; enough that it would warrant a test shoot.

Then the real play gets started, the day I finally get to see my ideas. I have boxes and boxes of things that I’ve collected: all things connected to nature, with all their own complexities; the curves, the shapes that only nature can make, with it’s cracked seedpod. Or the simple leaf, attached or loose, picked in summer or winter. Or the ageless rock…, spied off city-trail, sitting in the dirt.

The rest is parked in this brain of mine, filed under: Imagination. That little rock sat on my desk for a long time before I understood what its purpose was. The Burr Oak cap told me very clearly what it was for. It was up to me to find, and pursuade a model to let me show her what my idea might look like. Enter friend and muse!

As I look at some of the really great work of people in my business, I feel a sense of immense pride to see such excellent work. However, the models are not getting enough credit, in most cases, no recognition at all. I tell all my models that I could not do what I do without them. Otherwise, I’d have the pretty props and gorgeous lighting that no one can see. I quickly follow with assurance that they do have the ability to stay anonymous if they so choose.

So a peek behind the curtain with the ever lovely and understanding Jean Dawson.

Mugs

Here is a quick snap of the mugs I got from the lab.  I told them after seeing the first one to think artistic.  These were not mugs of the kids playing baseball or soccer that you sent to aunt Harriett.  These were original work of art that I was selling.  Told them to reduce the image by a quarter inch, and increase the space between the images by that same quarter inch.  Much much better, except that I wanted the insides black to match the black in the image.  Stay tuned.

Long Ago, Far Far Away

 

From the series, “Long Ago, Far Far Away,  this image is from out adventure a little north of Toronto. A cement blockhouse way out in the middle of nowhere. One of my favorite spot to work, a small complex of building that in its heyday made cement products. I took a number of models out there, I say models, usually nurses I’d met at the hospital we work at. So remote that privacy was assured, bonding was sure to happen.

Some of the “models” work out, some did not, hard to tell how someone will work. Still we had a great time out in the wilderness.