Short Stories About LA

I should retitle this…. “Overweight Photographers Modelizing Models, And the Models who are tacitly OK with this, but not really”

Fuck it. I’m going all out on this shit, grammar errors and all. I’ll even put it in bullet points.

Let’s just rip off that Band-Aid.

• Singer, songwriter, model, actor.
• Portfolio is a spectacular display of manwhoring for a decent photographer
• Said photographer appears to be using this shoot to get really touchy feely
• The model is also an actor, the captured images reveal that he’s playing along.
• The face and body are playing along.
• The eyes still scream, “what the fuck, motherfucker?”
• This last gropey image is his main portfolio image
• And this is secondary to his hustle.
• Which is acting.
• And why he moved to LA.
• To avoid additional manhandling.
• And to be an actor.

It’s best to be direct.

Following a breakup, big girl panties were successfully applied, and a tarnished pair of brass balls were polished to their original splendor, albeit with some patina.

Parking outside of the bar on a rainy Monday night, it was no wonder that the bar was nearly empty. She was alone, sharply dressed, without makeup. Naturally occurring charisma combined with a small amount of alcohol produces interpersonal magic.

Locking eyes is a curious thing. We use our eyes to scan, continuously, hundreds of times per minute to pick up the most minute details of our environment. Our brains process that absolutely incredible amount of information, and after just nanoseconds, our brains tell our bodies to do things. Sometimes we dodge. Other times, we lock eyes with someone, and our brain and loins decide to go for it before we can fully spit out the words to make it happen.

“Let’s go digital.”

Numbers were exchanged and within days two modelizing models were busy making the world a much more beautiful place.