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The client(s) may use the images for the following personal and self-promotional activity online and offline:
- Activity with modeling and promotional agencies, online or offline
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RockstarVanity Photography
Model/Performer Portfolio Development Photoshoot
Terms of Service

The client(s) may use the images for the following personal and self-promotional activity online and offline:
- Activity with modeling and promotional agencies, online or offline
- Personal, social and business networking websites
- Business and personal websites/blogs (owned and maintained by the client)
- Personal websites/blogs (owned and maintained by the client)
- Online and offline portfolios (owned and maintained by the client)

The client(s) may not profit directly from the use of the images (not including indirect profit as a result o
Working With Models: Part 4

Before reading any further or commenting on this tutorial, please ensure that you have read the Artist's Comments as it explains who this tutorial series is for, what it is based on and how it may be distributed.  Thank you.

FOLLOW-UP CONTACT
After a shoot, I often send an email (or leave a MySpace comment, ModelMayhem tag etc) to the model saying that I enjoyed the shoot and had a great time working together.  This isn't essential, especially if the model is someone you know well and see all the time, but it is nice if the shoot you're referring to is the first time you've met and/or worked with the model.

SENDING OU
Working With Models: Part 3

Before reading any further or commenting on this tutorial, please ensure that you have read the Artist's Comments as it explains who this tutorial series is for, what it is based on and how it may be distributed.  Thank you.

AT EASE, SOLDIER!
One of the most important things you can do to ensure that a shoot goes smoothly and everyone stays happy is to go out of your way to help your model feel comfortable.  I find that a cup of tea and a chat goes a long way.  Before make-up or props come out, before the lens cap comes off, spend at least a few minutes chatting with the model.  This is especially i
Working With Models: Part 2

Before reading any further or commenting on this tutorial, please ensure that you have read the Artist's Comments as it explains who this tutorial series is for, what it is based on and how it may be distributed.  Thank you.

LAY IT ALL OUT!
It is ALWAYS a good idea to be completely honest, up-front and open about the nature of the shoot that you're planning.  If you're looking for a model who is willing to strip off and jump in a bath of fake blood with another naked girl or two, say that.  While some models will be happy to do character work and won't object to being photographed in an unflattering manner in
Working With Models: Part 1

Before reading any further or commenting on this tutorial, please ensure that you have read the Artist's Comments as it explains who this tutorial series is for, what it is based on and how it may be distributed.  Thank you.

INTRODUCTION
This, the first part of the Working With Models series, suggests how to find models to work with.  When I refer to models, I'm not referring specifically to mainstream fashion models, the tall slender ethereal looking young women who float down the catwalks or the tanned and shiny guys showing off their tighty whities on billboards.  When I say model I'm talking about any per
i never called it making lovestars fade and scars fade and
chemicals melt and i'm left with
the burn of the light in your eyes
and the curve of your lips
and the strength of your back
as it tightens and loosens
in rhythms of heartbeats

a transfer of heat
an osmosis of peace
the skin of your wrist
between my teeth

and life flows
and love flows
and truth settles in
and sleep lifts
like snow drifts
and wraps me in you

and my dreams are my own
but i'm yours
and you hold me
(untouchable cold me)

the grace of a whisper
a fall in the mirror
and in this reflection
i see what you see
and dissolve in your arms
from a second storey windowIV
clothes that looked
honest on you
that would have seemed
contrived on anyone else

III
a portrait of you
framed on a wall
you standing next to it

II
a party in summer
ecstasy and cocktails

I
a phone call

I
a light went out

II
twenty one hours later
and i can't stop imagining your fall

III
two months and two days
a crowd and red wine
a free bar and your long coat

IV
one year and four months
you told me i looked like
an actress from an old film
i remember the things that don't matter
as alike as we were my brotheras alike as we were
my brother
as well as you meant

an i love you for each empty bottle
an i'm sorry for each broken glass

on the night when the rain hung under the stars
and the firewood glowed in protest to the cold
and we sat arm-in-arm on the
bench that your grandfather built
next to the house with unbreakable walls

when i said
i don't think i could find the words to tell them
if you didn't come back
and you said
i never thought of it that way

you always sought solace in distance
i found it in time
prosopagnosia isso i taught myself to memorise faces
d i a g r a m a t i c a l l y
like beautiful wireframe sculptures

the tilt of a chin
the meeting of lips
the curve of eyelashes sweeping a blink
the angles of hairline-browbone-cheekbone-jaw

my own reflection
a formula wrapped in dysmorphia
painted on canvas scrolls and carved into stone

the mirror is a biblical master
a vengeful god

but a photograph
is hearing my name whispered
in a language that was excised from my mind
by a quiet stranger who follows me

always arms-length behind
cigarettes as a metaphor...i remembered
lying on my bed

your smile
your eyes
all those cliches

how amazing for someone who forgets most faces in an instant

you said you had felt this way, always (kind of)
but it wasn't appropriate (before)
chipping away at the part of me that once trusted people to just BE
without any subtext
(oh look, subtext)

standing with you, next to my car
the realisation that this was going nowhere
i leaned on the door and shuffled my feet as you said i wouldn't fit into your life
not really, beyond, you know
a cut-throat reminder that i was enough for only some things

i hope you enjoyed that little moment
that you took it home and wrapped y
today in case you didn't knowtoday
i woke up to the news about you
then i had two cups of coffee
the first was filter
and the second was instant

today
i stared blankly at a screen
which was anything but blank
i tried to form words and sentences
they melted and dripped over my hands

today
i was so aware of my heart beating
something i don't usually notice
i closed my eyes and
tried to find comfort in sound

today
i tried to will breath to you
across these empty miles
like we should have that connection
at least once, before you go

today
i fell silent, and cried
i tried so hard to think of
mundane things like coffee
to distract me from the knowledge that

today
you are
ever the optimistic enablerat this time of year i always think of you and i'm reminded of the trips we took, like when we camped on the beach and we talked about your father's nervous breakdown and how much of himself he sees in you

he always gave you warnings and you always heard them as something else, something more like being reprimanded

like when that girl you were in love with, who judged everyone by her own standards, assumed we'd been secretly fucking, which of course we hadn't, but you drank a whole bottle of vodka and you were angry so you tried to throw yourself out of the car while i was driving

then you punched the door and thought maybe your hand was b
to someone you eat pizza withlike when someone you haven't seen in months doesn't notice how much weight you've lost and emptiness tastes so much better than food for a few days after

when shoulders that can hold up the world seem somehow less than delicate wrists with a child's watch, hanging loose on bones that still bear the never-quite-healed cracks of too many fractures

and the memory of jeans that slid over narrow hips and the gap between waistband and concave stomach

when you laugh about how sweet you take your coffee cause you used to count it as food, the only calories you will allow yourself today, 16 in each spoonful of sugar, and the habit never totally le
things we don't talk aboutcracking with cold
you, broken and beautiful
i remember the nights when i read you out loud

you, firing memories as missiles
dripping with honesty
these questions will never be still

you, lying awake in my arms
flickering eyelashes slicing my chest
your secrets, my sevens, our laundry and losses

blood-let and branded
you, chasing absolution at 4am
and me, drowning in my wishing well
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like a fist

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love like a fist
a black eye
a split lip
a connection

bleed into bliss
skin against
bone against skin

tender bruises
delicate fractures

and no need for apologies
:iconrockstarvanity:
Revoke my poetic license
For as long as I can remember, I've brain-spewed
vague suggestions of poetry and song. I am not a
writer. I am not a poet or a lyricist. I am not
looking for critique. I am simply sharing.




This is love. True, honest love.
And these scars are true beauty.






:camera: :heart: :star:
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~Kahlia Sep 23, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
I really love this sort of flow. Great work!
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`RockstarVanity Sep 30, 2011  Professional Photographer
Thanks :hug:
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Mood: Love `caddman Sep 4, 2011
...Nice work...:heart:
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`RockstarVanity Sep 7, 2011  Professional Photographer
Thank you, lovely :hug:
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Mood: Love `caddman Sep 7, 2011
...Your welcome...:heart::D
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~Mischx Sep 4, 2011
I beg to differ with you, but you are a poet ^__^
It makes me feel terribly fragile and mortal...
thank you for this. (=
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`RockstarVanity Sep 7, 2011  Professional Photographer
I went back and forth a few times about submitting this cause I assumed people would take it totally the wrong way and I'd end up getting flamed to death, but I'm happy it hasn't gone that way :aww:
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~fourteen-hatemachine Sep 4, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
always so beautiful.
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`RockstarVanity Sep 7, 2011  Professional Photographer
Aww, thank you :hug:
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~TanithLow Jun 27, 2009
the link to the corresponding photo doesnt work!
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