I love this image because of the white breast in the midst of all the colours. From the personal collection of mine, with the model consent and approval. The model isn’t all that pleased with the size of her breasts, though I maintain that the size isn’t important. She has no body fat what so ever, she is very lean, active to say the least. I also think she has bought into the idea that she is somehow a lesser woman, because she doesn’t have large American breast. I love shooting her, long and lanky, athletic and fit. We began our journey in nude photography some years ago, she has a special place in my view of women. To me the size of her breast is unimportant. That her heart is in the right place is all that matter to me.
Now on Instagram: @ 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.
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.
My lovely friend who came down after my stroke, we did a shoot so I could see if I still had what it takes to shoot. A little rust, but I was able to take hope for my future after seeing how the shoot went.
So lovely I think I’ll let her stand alone.