As I took the magazines, the pair of stockings and the tub of icecream from him, I half jokingly said, "You're spoiling me."

Photo by www.frankaugust.com

"Believe me, I would love to spoil the shit out of you," he muttered in reply somewhat under his breath without even looking at me, he emphasized both love and shit.
My stomach hurt, like it had been hit.
He walked out into the kitchen, he walked like I then believed a man should walk, slow with resolve.
Shortly therefater, I decided I should probably leave.
I was grateful to him for something I couldn't really place and expressed the gratitude by lingering too long after I said my goodbye.
Slightly abashed, I got a feeling my awkwardness appealed to him.

flash~~back

She is the only outlet for what I fear most about myself, my inner darkness and damage. (from my diary, 7/22/02, 3am)

Photography: Corto Stewart Maltese
Other art model: Miss Anna Evans

hi! quick update

As the nature of my art nudes work has become more daring, I will be deleting my facebook fan page and probably moving my blog to a different blogspot address to maintain to privacy from family, conservative friends and my styling work relationships. If you want a link to where you can keep tabs of the nature of this work, please send me a message at nakedfashionstylist(at)gmail.com and yeh shall receive :)

The above photo of me was shot by Simon Productions.