Or The Anatomy of a Fine Art Nude Shoot
Seriously, I’m being photographed as I type. Sitting on my bed. Nude. I know it sounds weird, but it’s true. The commentary has been pretty damn funny, too. Even funnier was me texting that I should be blogging it. Thus a post was born.
It’s a little disconcerting to be photographed indoors, in my room. I don’t know why. I had absolutely no problem outdoors. But indoors? It just feels weird. I guess it’s because it’s home. Because it’s personal.
It amazes me to think that something like personal space changes the dynamics of the shoot that much. I’m not any more naked than I’ve been in the past. I’m surrounded by the things that make me comfortable and happy. And yet, it actually does make me more UNcomfortable to a certain extent.
Out in the open, in nature, I feel very free. Even with the possibility of being seen by strangers (not that we normally shoot where other people are…at least not very close by…not high traffic places), I’m more at ease with nudity and movement and such being out in the open. It feels more natural. Yeah.
So, MBT shows up and I ask what I should do. “Get naked and get on the bed.” That’s direct enough. And I have no problem with that. Except that I kind of do for some reason. Now, MBT and I have shot together several times. We’ve danced around naked under the moonlight. Okay, I danced, he walked. The point is, it just seemed weird and different and goofy for me. And here I am. About an hour or two later and I’m blogging naked while being photographed. This is funny.
Best part was having him use my macro lens. Nipples and Macros. Macros and Nipples. There’s a blog for ya. Consider it copyrighted already, would ya?
Oh, there was me insisting on using this purple top I bought at the festival. The macro shots of my nipple against the purple…”Gives new meaning to purple nurple, doesn’t it?” Then there was me texting and blogging at the same time. We have photos of actual messages, too. (Don’t worry, my text buddy…your name will be obscured.)
MBT has been scrunched up, upside down, um…injuring his…um…nuggets while sliding off the bed, standing on the bed, and I think he’s going to attempt hanging from the ceiling here in a moment.
Basically, it was one of the funniest things to ever happen here in the house since I’ve lived here. And I know it’s the funniest thing that’s ever happened in this room. Make of that what you will. (I’m such a damn nun!) The thing is, I met the challenge, had fun, and I know there are good photos My Brother (Brutha) Terrell will be able to use. I’m happy with the results. I’m also going to be a hell of a lot more comfortable the next time we do this.
For someone who hated being in front of the camera so much, I’m certainly putting in my hours now.