Agreeing to do a strategically nekkid photo shoot for charity is one thing, the reality of it is another.
First off, I had to figure out style. Something, fun, classy, titillating but with enough of my bits covered to prevent sending my mother to an early grave. Given my hourglass shape, long straight hair and bangs, the iconic good or is it bad? girl Bettie Page infiltrated my mind and set the stage for a pin-up inspired photo.
But, what to bring? True red lipstick, lip liner, volumizing mascara, a little extra lashes, and red nail polish were a must. As were, naturally, a spatula, rolling pin and heels. I had chicken cutlets (“invisible” stick on bra cups) in case lift was required – it wasn’t. And for comfort between shots that maintained the mood? A sexy, black silk robe.
Most important accessory? CONFIDENCE – real or imagined – boosted by fantasies of Photoshop and no less than an hour in front of the mirror practicing poses to find the one that enhanced my assets – my eyes of course, you naughty thing - and downplayed my flaws.
Props in hand and boot – I’m referring to my car, not my bottom – I made my way to Pioneer Square for my photo shoot with Debora Spencer. Debora and I had talked concept before I arrived and she had pages of inspirational pin-up styles for me to digest and emulate.
Jim arrived for moral support and body positioning critique and before I knew it, it was time to let the La Perla drop . . .
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