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| How do I find Black models (primarily women) in Canada who'll pose nude? Ad-writing tips would be much appreciated as well. Also, if there are any tips on screening out divas and ppl seeking porn, that would be great. I'm no prude but I want models who'll understand that the photography is for art only (I'm a painter). Also, how much should they be expected to get paid per hour? And, are there any websites I should check? I need women of various sizes and shapes and ages. I'll only need 1 male. |
| Join onemodelplace.com, netmodel and modelmayhem - you can search fairly specifically from there, which will save the ad writing, by simply using a ticker to say you are interested in working with someone in particular. The models will have their own rates and some may work TFP (time for prints) or TFCD (time for CD). You can state your requirements when you get correspondence, which will act as your filter but I am sure even porn models will be quite happy to do some art images - divas are another matter and their folios should give the secret away, with a long list of demands and requirements which should get your Diva-dar bleeping! |
| Is there a web site that features Black models. Like a tear sheet of all the models, who are Black.? Looking for a listing, with pictures, of Black male and female models. High fashion only. No nudes! |
| Try doing a model search on model mayhem, one model place, or explore talent. You can usually email the model directly after you view her port and info. Alot of models on these sights are looking to build a stronger port and will do tfp/tfcd |
| Male model poses examples? im not a proffesional photographer but im very interested in photography and my guy friend offered to take pictures but he doesnt know anything about modeling is there any male modeling poses i can get so he can see them and do them no nude poses hes jst going to be standing its just him in a black backgrond and no props or chairs! please help me!! if you have any smart coool ideas that would help too jst not hard ideas thank you!! |
| Pick up copies of Details, GQ and other mens magazines and copy the poses you see in both editorial shoots as well as ad campaigns you like |
| Why are Dems so excited about semi-nude photos of Brown, when the president's Daddy was a womanizing bigamist? and they don't seem bothered about that? Obama's mother was an 18 year old girl. His Daddy made her pregnant just a few weeks after her 18th birthday during her first semester of college, while he already had a wife and guyren back in Kenya. BTW, he was 5 years older than her. He married Obama's mother when she was 3 months pregnant, then she left him when little Barry was 5 months old. Obama's Daddy went to Harvard and hooked up with another white woman, He took her back to Kenya and married her and had 2 guyren with her, then they got divorced. He married a fourth wife and had another guy before he died in a car accident when the president was 21 years old. And yet, Obama idolizes his father and rejects the white culture of his mother and his white grandparents who rasied him for his entire guyhood: Quote from "Dreams of My Father:" It was into my father’s image, the black man, son of Africa, that I’d packed all the attributes I sought in myself, the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela. And if later I saw that the black men I knew-Frank or Ray or Will or Rafiq-fell short of such lofty standards; if I had learned to respect these men for the struggles they went through, recognizing them as my own-my father’s voice had nevertheless remained untainted, inspiring, rebuking, granting or withholding approval. You do not work hard enough, Barry. You must help in your people’s struggle. Wake up, black man! Isnt' this a little more significant than a professional male model doing his job? |
| Unfortunately, libs tend to attack the person more than the policy. It is just a liberalism trait. |
| What is the name of this black-and-white movie? I saw it on TV about a year or two ago, but I forgot the name. I don't remember the movie itself too well either. I'll state what I can remember from the movie. It was about a male artist. I'm pretty sure that he was a sculptor. He lived in an apartment. He used his cat, I believe, as the model for his first sculpture. However, I think he killed the cat or the cat died. He then covered the cat with the sculpting stuff. Then he called the cat his sculpture. He wanted to do a sculpture of a person, so he got a female model. She got nude, and then he went behind her and strangled her. With her dead body, he did the same thing he did to the cat to her. The man also frequently when back to this bar or restaurant type of place and talked to the people there and showed them the sculptures he created. Seem familiar? I described it as best as I can. I also remember something about a king and/or a crown in the movie, maybe even the title. Thanks in advance. |
| Check "A Bucket of Blood" |
| What is your view on Barbie? Women complain that Barbie in the black dress is too sexy while naked Barbies are common sights around the house. What makes naked Barbies less sexy than a clothed one? Why are boys with naked Barbies treated as perverts? Why cannot women seem to understand that Barbie are toys of only FANTASY and not REALITY? I have had them for over three decades and never tried to compare real females to them as a beauty standard. My wife never needed or had looked like Barbie? She was superior to the lifeless mold. I have a beauty standard for the toy but not the living female. Barbie is a subject that interests me because I had to struggle through much adversity to possess Barbies? Males have more adversity than females. Women can own diecast models, robots, and so forth without having to be subjected to the humiliation of male doll collectors. We all are judged to be inferior masculine males. We are homosexual. We are perverted. It matters not that this is not trure about all of us. I talk a lot about Barbie because it is a topic that everyone is familiar with today. There seems to be a passion associated with this toy unlike any other one. A guy that finds Barbie asks more questions about Barbie is more criticized on Yahoo than a female. I may look at a nude Barbie without the same shame if it were a real female. The real female is not to be treated as a sex object. I AM married. I have nothing to gain by taking this viewpoint. We need to teach our guyren the difference between toys of fantasy and real life expectations. |
| Barbie is a doll - nothing more, nothing less. The fact that anyone can get bent out of shape about a guy's innocent plaything is ridiculous. |
| RATE MY NOVEL PLEASE!!!!!!!!!? It was a cold, foggy day, and when Elisabeth stepped out of the train, everyone looked at her; the sixteen-year-old girl who had recently bobbed her dark hair was wearing a long red dress, a blue feather boa, orange high heels, and countless colorful pearl necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. Smoking through a long cigarette holder, the lady, followed by her loyal servant, Melanie Johansson, a young Swedish immigrant with dirty hair and a fat, round body, walked towards the man who had been waiting for her for the past hour, Sir Darren Anthony de Lee. A wealthy man from a small town in North Dakota, Sir Anthony was friends with the famous Rockefellers, Sedgwicks, and Vanderbilts. His wife, Catherine Inacan, Lady Anthony, a former model and socialite, was introduced to Elisabeth and her servant, the very gloomy Melanie. As Lady Anthony shook Melanie’s hand, she could see the resentment and bitterness in the Swedish girl’s green eyes; she wanted to be a model, she wanted a life filled with cocktails parties and weekends in the Hamptons, but she was merely a crazed cabaret dancer’s maid. ‘‘Lady Anthony…’’ Melanie began, ‘‘I…’’ ‘‘Please,’’ said the silver-haired woman, ‘‘Call me Catherine. Actually, call me Cate. That’s what everyone calls me.’’ ‘‘Very well, Cate,’’ replied Melanie. ‘‘Now, now, Mel,’’ said Elisabeth in her rough Icelandic accent, ‘‘You know what I told you about speaking to strangers.’’ Elisabeth, a well-known cabaret dancer and performer, had been hired by Sir Anthony to entertain a few of his posh guests at a party the following day. The next day, wearing a black leather corset and pantyhose, her body moving with the grace of a Duchess, Elisabeth was on a stage, moving sensually before all of Sir Anthony’s perverted male friends. She gently rubbed her right breast and licked her red lip, winking. It was very hot in the room, most of the men were breathing heavily and panting. Elisabeth touched her hip softly, and, before the men knew it, she took her corset off, revealing two firm, round breasts and a hard stomach. Her movements were getting more and more vulgar. She took a bottle of champagne and poured the clear liquid all over her already damp body. Ten minutes later, the show was over, and Elisabeth quietly returned to the Anthonys’ guest room, where Melanie was waiting for her, lying naked on the comfortable bed in which Cornelius Vanderbilt himself had slept many years before. ‘‘Elisa…’’ Melanie whispered sensually. ‘‘Oh, Mel,’’ Elisabeth said quietly. Melanie closed her eye and touched her nude body. She started massaging her vagina gently, using her long fingers; the two women had a night of intense love-making, but, sadly for Elisabeth, while she was going down on her maid, the Swedish servant was thinking about another woman… Or a Lady… Lady Anthony. The next morning, after a heartily breakfast, the Anthonys informed their guests, the cabaret dancer and her servant, that their friend, Amelia Rosa, a Mexican poetess who wrote heartbreaking poems filled with mask-wearing broken women and wrist-cutters was coming to spend the weekend at their mansion, known as ‘‘The Anthony House.’’ The moment Elisabeth saw Amelia, she knew she wasn’t like all the other women she had seen in her life. There was something warm and sexual about the poetess, but something dark and mysterious, too. ‘‘It’s a pleasure to meet you,’’ Elisabeth said, smiling nicely, ‘‘Perhaps tonight… when everyone is sleeping… you might want to visit my bedchamber… Perhaps we can talk about… poetry.’’ Amelia winked and said, ‘‘Oh, I’ll be there.’’ While Amelia and Elisabeth were talking, Melanie quietly approached Lady Anthony. ‘‘What a lovely dress!’’ she said. ‘‘Thank you,’’ the lady said, ‘‘It was given to me by a member of the Vanderbilt family.’’ ‘‘Oh, my, was it really?’’ ‘‘Yes. Yes, it was.’’ ‘‘Oh,’’ Melanie said, wiping a tear, ‘‘Oh, how I wish I could wear beautiful clothes, too! I wear rags! Mistress Elisabeth makes me wear rags! Rags! Rags!’’ She fiercely grabbed an ashtray that was placed on the kitchen table and threw it against a mirror, breaking it. ‘‘Well,’’ Lady Anthony said, ‘‘Tonight, perhaps you could come to my room and I’ll let you try a few of my dresses… If you want.’’ ‘‘I’ll be there!’’ Melanie said. That night, Melanie was trying on dresses in Lady Anthony’s room, while Elisabeth and Amelia made love in the guest bedroom. At midnight, Elisabeth said: ‘‘Amelia! I have an idea! Let’s go make love in Lady Anthony’s bedroom!’’ So the two women, naked, walked towards the Lady’s room and entered it, locking the door behind them. They heard a moaning inside the room. ‘‘It might be a mouse,’’ cried Elisabeth. Amelia turned on the lights; Lady Anthony and Melanie were making love on the bed. They were stunned to see Elisabeth and Amelia standing up before them, completely nude. They all screamed. ‘‘What the hell is this?’’ screamed Amelia. They were all shocked. ‘‘Well, I have |
| whoaaa this gets stranger by the minute I think you are having too much fun with this. don't introduce so many characters!! All I can follow is that there are a ton of women having an orgy. |