Every Picture tells a Story

Every picture tells a story...
So the saying goes. Some of our photos tell some very interesting stories. Some of them are funny stories, some difficult stories, some simply entertaining. When you see the shots on our site you really don’t know what exactly went down. We exist in this very illusory trade—always attempting to create the figment of soft, erotic, natural beauty.

But, without fail we often have to take the winding road to get there. Here’s just a few those stories………….



We took Kennedy up to a favorite local Malibu Mountain biking trail of mine to shoot her as the quasi mt. bike girl. She was dating an extreme sports guy and claimed to be in her element. At the end of the shoot (thank god) we shot the openers on a sandy, intermediate path. She guaranteed us it would be no problem to actually ride the bike on it and no sooner she flew over the handle bars ending in a crumpled bed of tears. Damn!



I had Ashley scheduled to fly to California and shoot for us for weeks but the day came and I was one day out from dual ear surgery (a condition called surfers ear) and I was reduced to about ten percent of my hearing not to mention incredible delirium that went with the hearing loss. Somehow Ashley pulled me through it. Thank god she was so good!



Heather was actually requested by Penthouse (the new owners—yuck) and I brought her in for some filming. I’d seen photos from her previous Playboy layout and was excited to shoot her. She arrived with about 15 pounds off her body and an attitude that reeked. And that wasn’t the only smelly thing—she could only shoot for about 15 minutes at a time before a required pot break. During the course of the day she probably hammered out about 20 bowls ‘da kine’--an odd day indeed.



Lanny Barby is an amazing French beauty. We started shooting at this Bel-Air location and within 30 minutes she was out of her mind--literally. She refused to do anything I asked her and was continuously asking when we’d be done and questioning my every move. As I began to confront her with the reality of our work agreement she was crying and screaming at me. We did somehow get through about a half day of work and the huge irony was I had to drive her back to her hotel. Just before we arrived she burst our crying again, said she’d had a fight with her boyfriend that morning was really sorry, and begged for forgiveness. Go figure………..



The beach usually creates challenges—it just does. We were shooting Sandra at a very secluded Malibu beach when suddenly we noticed one of the beachgoers (the beach is often frequented by a few nudists) was hiding and watching us with wood. Yikes. Well, the girl was creeped out once she knew and despite trying to ignore this guy our model started to freeze. When I asked him to leave nicely and he initially refused I flat out went ‘loco’ on him threatening things worse than death. He eventually fled the scene and we got our images.



We drove 2 hours on a 4 wheel drive road to this beach on the Big Island of Hawaii. On the maps it looked totally secluded. When we arrived with Raja and started shooting (the beach was breathtakingly spectacular) this guy came out of nowhere and told us it was protected state land and that we couldn’t shoot there. I was heartbroken. In the end, after begging for about 30 minutes, he allowed to shoot for 1 hour.



So you see this shoot from the beach and it looks like cherry picking right? Amazing girl, glorious beach, no problem--well, we got down to this Malibu beach with Victoria only to discover a fire had broken out and the air and sky was an eerie, smoky scene like you’d see in a war movie. Then I realized the assistants had forgotten our color temp meter (a must with digital in this strange light). We ended up shooting these images under much duress as the frantic scene felt anything but beautiful and sexy. And guess what, we got great photos.



We’d arrived at the end of the day with Kelly and decided to do some wet shots to finish up. Our makeup artist wet her hair and we hooked the hose up (to our presumed hot water outlet) and began shooting. The only problem was our hot water heater to this (only usable) outlet wasn’t working. We couldn’t stop--it was a wet shot! But Kelly was miserable and wanted to kill me. I gained some great images on this day but lost the support of one very fine model.

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

PEACE
JSTEPHEN