After not having any time for a decent shooting for more than 3 months, we finally managed to go out and shoot over the weekend. Actually the weekend began on thursday, when Mirjam and I went out to see our friends »Tito & Tarantula« in Marburg. Originally I didn’t plan to shoot the gig, but after a little rethinking, I decided to bring my camera, just in case. At the venue the tingle to document the gig started, so I shot almost 4 GB worth of pictures with surprising results. After the gig the band, Mirjam and me went to a pub and had a blast. It was a really great night.

On Friday night then we had already figured, we wanted to do a long planned shooting in Frankfurt with the skyline (Frankfurt is about the only german city that actually *has* something as a skyline) as a backdrop. The shooting came out rather unsatisfactory, since my cam has tremendous trouble focusing if the light is not really good. Mirjam, dressed in a latex catsuit complete with latex gloves and socks over which she wore a sequin dress, had to be very patient because of the technical issues. It was kinda funny and definitely very sexy seeing her wandering around downtown Frankfurt dressed up like that. Of course some *beep* had to puke out stupid comments. Mirjam just remarked that it is pretty amazing how fast the average middle class man’s brain shrinks to the size of his williehead if he sees a sexy woman. Such sight seems to bring out the cave dweller in men. After about 3 hours and approx. 180 pics we called it quit. As said before, the yield was not very high, but I managed to get a couple of decent pics out of the shooting.

Of course I was a little sad over the sparse results. We had agreed before that we wanted to at least try another idea we’ve had a while back anyway, so we went out on saturday afternoon to do another shooting, this time at the abandoned rocket station close to my hometown. This time was prepared to loosen Mirjam up a little – which I had forgotten the day before. I got a couple of Piccolos for her. And the stuff worked wonders on her.

Since she didn’t want to wear the exact same cloths again, Mirjam choose a denim hotpants, plateau boots worn over the latex catsuit and an army hat for the shoot. I got a bright red paisley tie from my brother too, so we had a pretty and trashy outfit. Since there is no way to get to the rocket station by car, we had to go there by motorcycle. So my beautiful model had to wear motorcycle wear over the fetish stuff. We had a hilarious shoot at the station then. This time the results were really satisfactory. I did about 200 shots and most of them came out pretty decent. Of course I still have to do some editing, but that is due to my personal tastes not because they’d need to be edited. Tired but fired up by the success, we went to bad rather late that night.

Originally we had not planned to go out on Sunday again to do yet another shooting. The weather forecast spoke of clouded skys for most of the day. We had this »Ophelia« idea in mind for month and about 2 month ago we actually found a place that would be perfect for that idea. Yet I needed sunshine on the scenery so shooting on Sunday became very much unlikely. Around 4 in the afternoon the sun came out behind the clouds so Mirjam put on her makeup while I got together my stuff for the shooting. Half an hour later we were out there at the little creek we choose to use as a location. Since this was supposed to be a nude shooting Mirjam was a little shy but the location is pretty much hidden from public viewing. What we didn’t know was that there were a couple of hobby-gardeners working in their gardens. And this particular garden had a direct connection to the creek. So right in the middle of the shooting, Mirjam looked wide eyed beyond my lens. I turned around to look what she saw. There was an old guy working hard on straightening out the stairways he’d build leading from the creek to his garden. At first he didn’t even see what was going on, but eventually he turned around. And what a sight he must have seen: Mirjam in all her glorious nakedness, dressed only with some red, rather transparent Georgette tied around her hips. He turned around again left the place only to look from another place a couple of minutes later. When he finally went back we had te impression that probably his wife was calling him back from the creek.

The shooting turned out pretty good to. Of course my feet where soaking wet. I had to wade through the, someplace knee high, water to get appropriate angles. Considering the temperature that was a really pleasing experience. A nice and cool place on a otherwise hot and humid day. One thing was tough though: have you ever tried changing the lens while standing in flowing water? Let me tell you: It’s tricky.

Right now I’m still working on the pics, but finishing them will take a little more time. So stay tuned.