Wined, Dined, and Dolls?

Still hanging out in King of Prussia. Entertainment has been good. (Cause that's what shoots... are... they are my 'entertainment')....

My first shoot - Dolls
My second shoot - Feet.

Morning photographer used to work fulltime but had a heart attack, decided that he wanted to retire so he could to talk to his dog all day. His dog's name is Scotty. Scotty and him are buds. Previously mentioned photographer also likes to paint very expensive, very diverse dolls. Some of them are essentially what nightmares are made of, others would be considered wet-dreams. It all depends on what you're into.

Basis of that shoot was that I spent the majority of the day covered in Baby-Oil, Cool-Whip, and Chocolate Syrup - while, of course, being watched by hundreds of voyeristic plastic doll eyes. You're jealous.... admit it.

Second photographer was a foot fetishist. George Clooney look-alike? I think so. He was showing me all his camera-phone photos that he took of girl's feet while they were changing in dressing rooms (which is actually kind of pervy when you think about it, since feet are his version of pornography...).