Pictures say so much... no words needed.
My Valentine's Day shoot with Eric Paul Owens went swimmingly well. As predicted, I found myself smothered in an assortment of supermarket pies - Cherry pies, apple pies, blueberry pies- pies pies pies! Pies toppling through the air.... smashing, smushing, splattering. Pie in my ear, pie crust on my butt, pie in the armpit - Such a fun shoot! Wish I could say that was my first time getting hit in the face with cool-whip... At least I can say that it was my first time getting hit with cool-whip while standing in a kiddie pool! If Eric lived closer, I would drag him to his studio all the time and make him shoot me - He put me in such a great mood when I needed the pick-me-up pretty badly. It has been, yet again, another crazy drama filled week. Nothing to do with OMP (which is a nice turn of events), but instead it seems that there is a model that has 'issues' with me.... Never had a problem with another girl in the biz before. Not sure how to approach it... As usual, I have been avoiding it.
But now she is emailing photographers.... just low-balling and dirty. Most of my photographers are people that I have come to know on a long-term basis, they are friends, they are people that I keep in touch with. When I traveled cross-country for two years, your homes were my homes, your families were my families - those things mean so much to me.....I would never refer to anyone as a "cash cow". If you get that email, please know that such a horrible degrading phrase never came out of my mouth. Blah. I cannot help it when I hear her name in conversation these days, I have such a hard time coming up with good things to say - she has been crazy like this for months now. Just drama, comma, llamma, baby. Amma, Drama, drop a bomba.... I heart Barrack Obama......
And while there are a million positives to this business..... the negatives, far and few, still hang like deadweights on my brain. I cannot leave my work at work like most people can - I work from home.
Spending the next few days in town with the boyfriend, hoping we can get some people over to the house to play a mean game of Apples to Apples. March fourth, I turn Twenty-five! I will have lived one-fourth of my life-span.... not yet sure how I feel about that.
Photos: Eric Paul Owens (epo) Feb 14th, 2009