This is from a recent shoot we did which Forrest just posted to BarelyEvil.com
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This is from a recent shoot we did which Forrest just posted to BarelyEvil.com
This is a picture of Silvia Saint from Leg World:
Forrest and I shot some stuff for Leg World back a while. The thing I liked best about that was having an excuse to buy amazingly cool hosiery. Anyone have any idea where I could find some legwear like Silvia Saint is wearing here? I might want to shoot for Leg World again. Okay, okay, really I just want them. So stockings store recommendations?
This is a picture of Silvia Saint from Leg World:
Forrest and I shot some stuff for Leg World back a while. The thing I liked best about that was having an excuse to buy amazingly cool hosiery. Anyone have any idea where I could find some legwear like Silvia Saint is wearing here? I might want to shoot for Leg World again. Okay, okay, really I just want them. So stockings store recommendations?
Here is some recent work from a shoot Forrest Black and I did on a recent trip to Las Vegas. It currently resides on BlueBlood.net and there is more from this set which is nice and naughty.
I wish we had more opportunities to shoot guys who look like this and I wish there were more venues to display cool photographs of gents.
–Amelia G
Here is some recent work from a shoot Forrest Black and I did on a recent trip to Las Vegas. It currently resides on BlueBlood.net and there is more from this set which is nice and naughty.
I wish we had more opportunities to shoot guys who look like this and I wish there were more venues to display cool photographs of gents.
–Amelia G
Okay, the ducks are not the only graveyard stars. 😉
Off to my first of two photo shoots scheduled for today . . .
Okay, the ducks are not the only graveyard stars. 😉
Off to my first of two photo shoots scheduled for today . . .
My girl Szandora is in town, so she and Forrest Black and I headed out to see our friends from Dead Girls Corp play at Bar Sinister. Come to think of it, Grantor was in town from the UK last week for E3 and we also went to Bar Sinister then. Can’t establish a pattern now. Here is a photo Tim took of me last week at the club (by the way, Tim positioned my finger and I am not actually flipping off Grantor):
Got to see really a lot of friends last night and met a bunch of new people including an LJ person who probably has a wicked hangover right about now (feel better.) It was a good turnout. TC gave me some good news about her new album. Met Toddy T’s mom who had come out to the show and she told me how much she liked the photo Forrest and I took of Jen Vixen and Toddy for SWAG. For some reason, parents always really like our photos of their kids. Given that we shoot weirdos like ourselves, I don’t know what intangible property about our portraits makes parents happier about them than anyone else’s pictures, but I think it is a really good thing. Makes me very happy. Now if I could just get my parents to be vaguely impressed by . . . well, anything. I remember one of the last times I visited my parents in DC before my mom sort of retired and my dad was complaining about her coworkers holding up her schedule because they felt so impressed with themselves about the fact that they were having long meetings at the White House every night. So, basically, not holding my breath on the impressometer. Anyway, Szandora and Forrest and I managed to drag our asses out of the afterparty by the nice early hour of 4am so we would all be chipper to shoot today. Apparently my body has forgotten how to sleep properly and I have been up since 7:30am for no particular reason. Hmm, must forage for coffee and foodlike sustenance.
My girl Szandora is in town, so she and Forrest Black and I headed out to see our friends from Dead Girls Corp play at Bar Sinister. Come to think of it, Grantor was in town from the UK last week for E3 and we also went to Bar Sinister then. Can’t establish a pattern now. Here is a photo Tim took of me last week at the club (by the way, Tim positioned my finger and I am not actually flipping off Grantor):
Got to see really a lot of friends last night and met a bunch of new people including an LJ person who probably has a wicked hangover right about now (feel better.) It was a good turnout. TC gave me some good news about her new album. Met Toddy T’s mom who had come out to the show and she told me how much she liked the photo Forrest and I took of Jen Vixen and Toddy for SWAG. For some reason, parents always really like our photos of their kids. Given that we shoot weirdos like ourselves, I don’t know what intangible property about our portraits makes parents happier about them than anyone else’s pictures, but I think it is a really good thing. Makes me very happy. Now if I could just get my parents to be vaguely impressed by . . . well, anything. I remember one of the last times I visited my parents in DC before my mom sort of retired and my dad was complaining about her coworkers holding up her schedule because they felt so impressed with themselves about the fact that they were having long meetings at the White House every night. So, basically, not holding my breath on the impressometer. Anyway, Szandora and Forrest and I managed to drag our asses out of the afterparty by the nice early hour of 4am so we would all be chipper to shoot today. Apparently my body has forgotten how to sleep properly and I have been up since 7:30am for no particular reason. Hmm, must forage for coffee and foodlike sustenance.
Here are the newest stars of GothicSluts.com! Actually, as anyone who is a member of the site knows, the ducks are integral to the graveyard theme.
Just got back from a party in the Hills. Took me forever to finish up my work and get it together to leave the house, but I’m glad I went. Got to see lots of people I like, some of whom I don’t get to see as often as I would prefer, met some nifty new folks, drank a bunch of mineral water, listened to a lot of bragging but of the actually-did-it variety and not the someday-gonna type. Very cool eclectic mix of folks overall. Contemplating going to get some steaks, but I’ll probably just sack out. I’ve been on such a weird schedule lately.
Here are the newest stars of GothicSluts.com! Actually, as anyone who is a member of the site knows, the ducks are integral to the graveyard theme.
Just got back from a party in the Hills. Took me forever to finish up my work and get it together to leave the house, but I’m glad I went. Got to see lots of people I like, some of whom I don’t get to see as often as I would prefer, met some nifty new folks, drank a bunch of mineral water, listened to a lot of bragging but of the actually-did-it variety and not the someday-gonna type. Very cool eclectic mix of folks overall. Contemplating going to get some steaks, but I’ll probably just sack out. I’ve been on such a weird schedule lately.
Robot Amelia Feels Sickened
Wow, I just posted something of personal importance to me. The folks who usually read my journal may be interested in my thoughts and my real life friends may care. Maybe people will comment with their perspectives. Kind of a cool system.
Only, as I hit post, I thought about the fact that some lawyer is likely reading it with an eye out for anything he can pounce on to ruin yet another day. Not that there was anything incriminating in it, but it makes me feel so self-conscious and ready to second-guess myself on anything I want to say.
It makes me feel sick. It makes me feel like not keeping a journal.
It makes me feel like I’m being pushed to just be some sort of creative machine. I feel like it is so extra-hard for me to just do regular person things. Between the stress and the weird watchful eyes, even though I was making a real effort to be sociable this week, I had a really horrible hit/miss ratio on my human contact. I’m hardly Madonna, so I really feel like I should have a bunch of houses and bodyguards before I have to deal with this garbage. Robot Amelia is supposed to create art people enjoy and support the scene and promote everyone in it and do favors for everyone in it, but I’m not supposed to be an actual person with actual feelings and thoughts.