Naughty Noo-noo

O.K. I’ve really had it with talking about art and art photography.
No more angst. No more of the meaning of life and photography stuff.
In fact, I’m taking a break from photography-speak for a while.

Expect shallow, meaningless writing for the foreseeable future. (Doesn’t mean the photography will be shallow or meaningless though.)

If you want profound photographic writing, please go to Pretty Girl Shooter or Hotel Room Nudes, both of which knock my socks off (writing as well as photography) on a daily basis. Those guys are currently on major “creative burns”, and their writing is getting better and better. Honest, funny, sexy and introspective, I’d marry them both in a heartbeat, if I wasn’t happily married already, or in fact, if either of them liked the idea of marriage in the first place (which I’m fairly sure they don’t!) I’ve always felt men’s brains were incredibly sexy…intelligence is such an aphrodisiac.

As for me, I have decided to live a little instead. Enjoy myself, take a break, do some FUN stuff (for that read “drink too much chardonnay and shoot some dodgy porn” which I probably won’t show, but it’s great fun shooting it nevertheless!)

As for my writing, “Less bullshit, more meaningless drivel”, that’s my motto.

I’ll let Rich’s photography do the talking, which is what this blog is supposed to be all about anyway.




This is from last week’s shoot with the writer and model Roswell Ivory. This was (shock, horror) not a nude shoot. It was, however, immense fun, although the photographs are taking a long time to finish due to day-job and family constraints.

The official title for this photograph is “Incubus”, or just for Roswell, “Naughty Noo-noo”