(Snapped on 4/28/10)
During the first 4 months of my 10 second timer self-portraiture mania, much as I loved my new hobby and longed to devote every minute to it - my schedule only allowed for one or at the very most - two shoots per week. Needless to say, I relished every opportunity to partake in such frivolity.
At that point, I still had yet to consider the option of taking my half-naked pics. anywhere other than the privacy of my home, so my thought process in planning each upcoming shoot was fairly basic: in which room of the house, or - where in my yard - should I stage each consecutive shoot. And in determining the "where" - the theme and appropriate, provocative attire - generally fell in line, somewhat effortlessly.
I guess given the nature of #HNT pics. and the limitations of only shooting in and around my house, as well as the fact that I was still such a newbie and my creative juices were just barely percolating, it was probably part of a natural progression that I ended up inadvertently dabbling in a cliche "pin-up"-style phase. The strangest part for me during this time, was to see this unfamiliar person appear in the pics. as I downloaded them onto my computer. I mean, the "real" me is a tomboy...a slob even - and goofy! I rarely wear make-up or give a rat's ass about what to put on my body most days. And so to see that vaguely familiar, scantily-clad (middle-aged!) woman - her face painted up like a ho' - working sexpot poses and come-hither gazes - was def. a bit startling...to say the least.
The pictures from the above - "fridge shoot", were (comparatively) easy to capture, only in that - the room is quite small and so I had very little wiggle room as far as where exactly to place the camera. My only real option, was to set it in a cubby on a shelving unit that's fixed to the wall. Since I couldn't get my head behind the cam. to look through the viewfinder, it took a few tries to get the angle just right. But after that - it was pretty much smooth sailing. I did have to give the refrigerator a rest, after the upper bulb shut off from the door staying open for too long. But after a cocktail and a ciggy, I was right back on track.
Although I ended up with less pics. than normal, overall - I liked what I got. They are a tad dark and there wasn't much variety and they did mark the horrific (yet fortunately - tail-end of the) "big boom" era. But since I'm nearly certain that my ass is like half that size now...that part doesn't really bother me anymore.
(Snapped on 5/11/10)
The instant it came to me, I was all over the kitschy concept of the "washing dishes with rubber gloves wearing only an apron" shoot...and because of its simplicity, I felt confident going in - that getting a heap of good pics. (in very little time) would have to be practically failsafe...The moral of the story? Keep your expectations LOW
Over the course of three separate, hours-long attempts (one in the morning, one - late afternoon, and the last ending sometime around midnight) to come up with something...anything - even just one measly picture to like - I wound up (mostly) entirely disappointed. Maybe it was because of the repetitiveness of never deviating from standing at that sink, for christsakes (for a total of what - 6 or 7 hours?!) that left me stuck in a rut and clinging to an idea, that bottom line - produced nothing nearly as compelling as I'd hoped. But rather than give up completely, I kept coming back to experiment with the changing light of morning, afternoon and night...and in the end, out of a couple hundred shots, I ended up with at least a few that I didn't totally hate...meh...
(Snapped on 6/08/10)
The "popsicle" shoot was different, and I can't put my finger on why, precisely...maybe I'd gotten more than my usual 4 - 6 hours of sleep the night before? I dunno...but I liked how I looked in the majority of the 100 or so pictures that I snapped that day, and unlike the "sink" session - my reason for taking so many pics., was because I felt that since I seemed to be on a bit of a roll, I oughtta stockpile as many good pics. as I could.
My only problem with this shoot, was the fact that I had to eat 10 - 15 popsicles over the course of the day. I'm a low-carb gal, and so - not only was it a shock to my system to ingest such a large dose of sugar, but I swear I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that - by the time I took my next set of pics., my rear end was noticeably bigger!
(Snapped on 7/04/10)
The only thing I have to mention about the "bikini in the bathroom" pics., (besides the fact that my face looked haggardly AND - the tag on my bikini top was visible @#%&*$) is that I just wanted the whole thing to be over in a hurry. Why? I'll tell you - because this bathroom is haunted by our little girl ghost...*shiver*...How tha hell else do ya' think I could keep it so clean? Lord knows no one in my family would ever dare use this bath...(among other odd occurrences, the toilet flushes at random - which we all find raaawther disconcerting...)
As instrumental as the "pin-up" phase was in helping me evolve as a soft porn, self-portrait artist (or "dilettante", as I've recently been dubbed)...I'm reminded when looking back on these earliest of my pics., that although I do like 'em (for the most part) - I'm way more excited about the things I've done since.