The very talented Louis Fleischauer stayed up all night before this shoot, creating this extravagant piece of wearable art on the theme of tongues speaking from all angles. If you have the most recent issue of Marquis magazine, then you have seen Kellie LaPlegua modeling this and sharing some of her most appalling domination dungeon tales, but Blue Blood VIP members get to see the whole series. The pets belong to Bradical; I had a concept for incorporating them, but Kellie is a way way better model than Bradical’s pets.
This image I shot of the beautiful, responsible yet fun-loving Kellie LaPlegua is the first in a two-parter on her and Louis Fleischauer for Marquis. You all may recall that I posted an, err, dog-fucking photo from the latter half of this shoot a while ago. Given that Marquis was fine with me posting some of the stuff of Crash from last ish, I’m assuming it is cool to share these with the world now. Hopefully this is the case. This will be like the 31st issue I think of Marquis which features Forrest Black‘s and my Big in America column. Whole series in Blue Blood VIP and on the new Erotic Fandom (which I should really make a post about here too.)
Okay, so I’m finishing up my Marquis column kinda under the wire on deadline. Louis Fleischauer from AMF Korsets just finished a couple of remarkable pieces late last night, so this afternoon I went over to shoot Kellie LaPlegua showing them off in Bradical’s kindly volunteered backyard. My favorite images from the day will be in the spring Marquis magazine and longer series will run on BlueBlood.com
Bradical has two adorable doggies. Steve is the tan one and he is the go-to dog. Steve is chill (for a hyper little dog) and agreeable. Dorian, on the other hand, is the gray one and he is kinda twitchy. One of the coolest aspects of Louis’ creations is his work with texture and subtle layered color. So there are sort of grays and fleshtones in this one outfit with a tall mask and a serial killer apron. And I have a fabulous image in my head. An image which requires a dog. So Kellie goes back in the house to get one, but Steve, the tan one, is the dog who lets her pick him up. Only tan totally does not go with the clothing and Dorian is having none of it. So Kellie and I make a number of attempts to get correct dog positioning. Bradical only seems to have one leash and his dogs are oddly into the leash. (Bondage puppies?) The dogs are rowdy and uncooperative and, at some point, Kellie takes off the butcher apron.
The photo below is deeply not what I had in mind. WTF?
I’ve already sent photos without dogs in them in to the magazine. I promise that there is a haunting beauty to the magazine pics, which you might not guess at from the image above. I suppose I better finish the text up now . . .