The String Wears Thin At The Ends
We are coming to the end of our first session with Balthazar. Balthazar is one of those people I had only met over the computer screen. A friend had done a drunken interview with me on Filthy Gorgeous Things and he was featured as well. Somehow we connected. And on one odd day he left a comment on a photograph which prompted me to ask him to be our photographer.
Balthazar and Sonia came to my house one of the first nights they were in the city. We had an impromptu underwear party. Mike was at home. He was very jealous. There was magic between all of us. And I knew right then and there that this series of photographs was going to be special.
Balthazar writes letters. They contain stories, some true, som made up, some are clean, and some are seductive. You never know, perhaps you’ll get one of our images with your letter. Either way, it’s always lovely to get mail.
This week I am tired. I have written guest blogs, I have painted tarot cards, and I just finished a giant blog on inspiration, imagination, and neurotic behaviors. This week I want to sip champagne and eat strawberries and chocolate. This week we start with a new photographer. But until then. Here’s a few more photos from our session with Balthazar and Sonia.
