Day 773 of 365 Again. Another day, another photoshoot. This time with Damsel, who came over to also be a part of the supersecret project. Shot for a couple hours and got some good stuff that obviously I’m not really ready to talk about right now, but when we were done, we decided to just…
Day 649 of 365 More.
It was a dark and stormy night. Business hadn’t been great. The dames were even worse. You know how it goes. I gave Miss Jones the night off and shut myself up in my office and decided to crawl inside a bottle of Old Number 7 and tried to wait it all out.
I heard the knock at the front door, but with no Miss Jones to answer, I thought maybe if I just stayed quiet whoever it was would go away.
No such luck.
That’s when she walked in. A pretty face, stems up to here and a rack that could cause traffic accidents. The dame wore red. She smelled like money. She said she needed help. She said she could pay.
Her name was Trouble.
Or it might as well have been. I could smell it a mile away. You could have driven a ’49 Olds through the holes in her story. But what was I gonna do? A man could get lost in those eyes for days and I’m a sucker for a pretty face. Besides, this broad would do anything for my help and I hadn’t done the nasty in nearly a week. Sometimes you just gotta roll the dice and hope for the six the hardway. And sometimes you crap out.
My name is Philip Marlowe.
Trouble is my business.
Day 641 of 365 More.
I think I’m going to have to kill Jack Scoresby.
Anyone who’s viewed my stream for a while probably realizes that Jack and I have an ongoing friendly rivalry. I’ve always respected him as a photographer. Sometimes we’ve collaborated on a friendly photo. Sometimes less friendly.
Jack is currently off being all he can be. Or whatever teh equivalent of that is in the Navy, anyway. But from time to time I get a chance to speak with him on the phone or over instant messenger. Today, we spoke for a bit and he informed me of his intention to steal my two favorite models, Amaya and Sarah.
Now this means war.
You know what the best part of having a battle of the bands photography style with Jack is? Since he’s away in the service, he doesn’t have access to his studio and pretty much just loses automatically.
Point, Maverick!
I should have killed him when I had the chance.
Day 415 of 365 More. Won’t you come see about me? I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby Tell me your troubles and doubts Giving me everything inside and out and Love’s strange so real in the dark Think of the tender things that we were working on Slow change may pull us apart…
Day 411 of 365 More. Damndest thing. Overslept. As best I can tell, it was something like 100 years. I woke up in a desolate future. The world I knew gone, I walked the land, against the wind. A world I did not know. A dark world where a man’s worth was judged by the…
Day 220 of 365 days. I had made up my mind yesterday to do a Matrix picture today. For a couple reasons. One, I enjoyed my Scarface poster from the other day. And also, this weeks Class With Dave assignment was to do a Matrix inspired picture. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a very strong idea.…
Day 208 of 365 days. I had been meaning to do this shot for a while. Ever since the lovely and talented (take that Amber :-P) Sassyshannon999 made her Inspired by the Film group. It suddenly occurs to me that Scarface is not among my 519 DVDs. Clearly that is some sort of oversight that…
Day 40 of 365 days. I can’t believe I’ve been at this for 40 days. I’ve been doing simple snapshots for the last few days, and I decided I wanted to try something a little more ambitious today. This is actually an idea I had for a couple weeks now, but I hadn’t gotten around…