I thought I’d take a moment to remember Ash. The fuzziest, sweetest photo assistant I ever had. Sure, others were more helpful. That’s to be expected; Ash was a cat after all. Until cats grow opposable thumbs they’re limited in usefulness.
He did shine in one aspect. Everyone loved him. He deserved every ounce of affection given to him. He deserved every rub, scratch, lap, treat. He deserved the baby talk, piggy back rides, warm bed and large meals. He was special.
I’ll miss him.
Here’s Chloe giving the ol’ boy a rub before getting on with the shoot.
Doing a little research today, found a very hidden, very forgotten cemetery. Looking at it from a distance, it doesn’t seem like much, a little grove with some shady trees. The regular spaced rocks mostly obscured by the grass tells the real story.
It’s predominantly a child cemetery. The vast majority of these old budget headstones are for children and infants barely a year old. The dates range a century, 1840’s to the 1940’s, and after that it seems that it’s mostly left to time.
Someone has come to mow, I suspect the city is doing this. It’s a little forgotten piece of death, so completely tucked away I don’t think those people who line the circumference of this land know it’s even here.
I think I’ll put a nude women here doing terrible things to herself. Just a thought.
Megan Murray was one of my favorite people to work with, and for a time she was a good friend too. Our time working together was prolific, rambunctious, filthy. With her, and a few other models, I think we successfully blurred the line between art and porn.
I’m not going to call it erotica, ’cause that’s just fuckin’ stupid. (I always felt that erotica was wank material for spineless shits.)
Either way, this portrait doesn’t fit within either of those classifications. I think it’s just a damn good capture of an introspective moment of a beautiful girl.
Harmony Hanson, the first model (and first shoot) featured as a Devious Girl for the Mister Devious project.
Ten years ago this week Harmony Hanson gave form to the very first Mister Devious shoot.
Ten years later I’m still working, playing, touching up those early photos. Ten years I’ve been beating myself up over mistakes, coulda’s, shoulda’s, woulda’s. This week though, I’m going to pat myself on the back. The mistakes I’ve made (many, many mistakes) aren’t holding a candle to the experience, the friendships and adventures I’ve had. I’ve helped start some interesting careers, ended a few too, I think (hopefully not my own).
I’m not going to get nostalgic on yo ass. I wont wax rhapsodic. I just want to take a moment to thank all that submitted to my camera, made art with me, showed vulnerability, defiance, humor and sex, sex, sex.
