I went out tonight to support a family friend who was showing his photography at a coffee shop down the street from my house. His wife is the aunt of my father's girlfriend but we all just call her Aunt G. regardless. I suppose I was primarily going to see her because her husband isn't the type to be very warm to people and when we had visited in the past it was never with an intense focus on his interests so interaction with him was minimal.
But I have been familiar with his work and knew it was of the nude variety. The collection of photos on displays were from a handful of photographers, all with the theme of bondage, more specifically Shibari - the Japanese art of bondage. There were some pretty good pictures in the mix I must say though talking to the artists kind of ruined it. When I decided I liked some quality of a photo it wasn't but five minutes later that I met the man who took it and was disappointed by his ignorance, his wayward and unwarranted attraction, or his equally unwarranted interest in me as a model.
It was flattering to be asked if I was model in a room full of these tiny things that were blatantly so, but I know my face and it doesn't like to be set in a still. Of course when I tried to explain just that I got one guy saying he could get the good out of me and all this talked up photography stuff. So with the next I mentioned I rather like the behind the scenes aspects of film and photography. That gets me gifted a few feet of rope by an envoy for one of the photographers who really, really, digged something about me and apparently has so sense of subtly or recognition of pushiness and/or creepitude.
But I have been familiar with his work and knew it was of the nude variety. The collection of photos on displays were from a handful of photographers, all with the theme of bondage, more specifically Shibari - the Japanese art of bondage. There were some pretty good pictures in the mix I must say though talking to the artists kind of ruined it. When I decided I liked some quality of a photo it wasn't but five minutes later that I met the man who took it and was disappointed by his ignorance, his wayward and unwarranted attraction, or his equally unwarranted interest in me as a model.
It was flattering to be asked if I was model in a room full of these tiny things that were blatantly so, but I know my face and it doesn't like to be set in a still. Of course when I tried to explain just that I got one guy saying he could get the good out of me and all this talked up photography stuff. So with the next I mentioned I rather like the behind the scenes aspects of film and photography. That gets me gifted a few feet of rope by an envoy for one of the photographers who really, really, digged something about me and apparently has so sense of subtly or recognition of pushiness and/or creepitude.
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