Behind the scenes. The perhaps not so glamorous life of a porn photographer. (Not sure that in the main I regard what I shoot as porn but can’t think of a suitable description. If you can then answers on a postcard to …….
Ok. So there we are all set to go with a new model. I’ve had various email discussions with her. She seemed professional and asked the right questions and responded to my queries.
We discussed the arrangements. She will be travelling by train. Is that ok? Yep. I can pick her up from station. Which station? I tell her. Ok she says, I’ll check on train times and cost and get back to you. An email a day later and she asks for the national debt to cover her travelling expenses. Now I know rail tickets are not cheap but this seems a bit OTT. I ask her to confirm details. She is trying to book to a station some 165 miles away from me. Not even a similar sounding name. Not boding well, but hey I press on, she is very sexy. She sorts out right train (I hope)…
Time of arrival scheduled for 10.20am train. (It’s amazing how many models don’t drive. A much higher proportion I think than the population generally. Dizzy blonde syndrome?)
I drive to the station and await train. Train arrives. People disembark. I wait whilst they file out of station. Now, not withstanding that makeup and hairstyling and clothes can make a huge difference to how a model looks in real life I find it difficult to believe she is either the 40ish year old bald bloke or the old lady hobbling through with the help of a walking frame.
I wait a few more minutes in case she has popped into the loo or something, but there’s no sign. I phone her mobile. It goes into voice mail. Joy. Another wasted journey and another non show.
I start the 10 mile drive back to the studio. About half way back the phone rings. It’s MIA model. (That’s missing in action not Mia as in… oh, you get the point. )
“So sorry,” she says, “I went to sleep and missed the stop. I’ll get off at the next and get a train back”
Now, some models seem to have led sheltered lives, being brought up in a town or city where the infrastructure caters for their every need and train stations are every couple of miles and trains every few minutes. Out here in the sticks it’s a bit different. The next station up the line is about 15 miles away and trains only run once an hour so if she arrives just after one’s left god knows when I’ll see her.
I ask her to let me know when she finds out on her arrival at the next stop. I drive back to the studio to await developments. The phone rings. First good news of the morning, train back is leaving as she speaks. I get back in car and return to station. She arrives. Wonderful. Our 4 hour shoot is reduced to two but at least I get something out of the day.
Postscript. I am not going to reveal who it was, but I have to admit that I rebooked her and she was a brilliant model to work with. The path of true porn does not always run smooth!
None of the following images are of the model above. I just thought I’d post them to relieve the monotony of reading my drivel. Do please leave a message if you have enjoyed reading this or any other entry. I might even get round to writing one regularly!