Rhinestone Cowgirl

Introducing Eva. She’s a gorgeous model and burlesque dancer here in San Diego.

We originally met at the face of Temptress Fashion event over in Ocean Beach. I know I pimp their store a lot but i’ve met so many interesting people there. Also, the clothes they sell make for some absolutely great photos.

Back to Eva. I didn’t coordinate the shoot like a usually do. I do that through Model Mayhem. In fact both my last shoots have been coordinated solely through facebook.

In my opinion this is a superior method of coordinating. Model Mayhem has always gave me some serious heartburn. Most people only check their accounts every few days. This makes communication unreliable and sporadic. Its also anonymous. Anyone can make a profile. This is not safe for the model and photographer alike. What burns me up the new models. You seriously want to try and charge people when your portfolio looks like it was taken by pervo photographers and an Iphone? Idiots!

If you’re a photographers who’s giving these models money do everyone a favor and stop. Ok, i’ll get off my soapbox now, promise!

Back to Eva. Sorry to say ladies and gentleman she is taken! I’ll give you a second to digest this terrible news.

Have you all ever heard of burlesque dancing? Well thats what Eva does. I got the privilege of watching her dance at the Temptress event.

Eva and some of her fellow models are excellent dancers. Before you get dirty minded its not stripping. Although the dances they do have some erotic overtones its still classy.

Eva dances for the Drop Dead Dames Burlesque Revue. They have a host of lovely ladies that dance for them. If i’m lucky you’ll see them here at Oni Studio. Check out Eva dancing at one of their events.

If you have a quick minute become a fan of the Drop Dead Dames facebook page!

I’ll leave you with one of those odd moments that sometimes happen on a shoot. While we were in the parking lot a guy pulled up who knew Eva. He was carrying a pie and I asked him to present it to her. I gave no further instructions, and this is what happened. I was laughing my ass off but managed to get a decent shot.

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Bikini Metal Jacket

A man in a funny hat came running on the bus. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and people were moving fast. “Get your fucking asses out on my yellow foot prints, MOVE BITCHES!!”

She regretted her decision to make this move. She wondered not for the first time, if maybe operating a meth lab in Mississippi wasn’t the better career choice. At least when she was doing that no one was screaming.

Of course a Mississippi meth lab dealer had a terrible retirement plan. Maybe this Marine Corps thing would get better. She ran out of the bus and stood on the yellow foot prints. It seemed the man in the funny hat had brought friends. Their was so much yelling, and no one seemed to do anything right.

They finally were ushered into a barracks and were allowed to sleep. It seemed like she was asleep for fifteen minutes when the man in the funny hat came in screaming and beating a trash can. “Wake up bitches!!” The man noticed her. Fuck. “Well what do we have here?! Where you from private?” “Sir the private is from Mississippi sir!” The man just stared, then punched her straight in the boobs. She collapsed on the floor. Apparently the man didn’t like people from Mississippi.

13 weeks later she had graduated. It had been tough and she had received orders to a run of the mill administrative unit based in Santa Carla, CA.

Wait a minute, she read her orders again. Santa Carla?! She had never been out of Mississippi, and now Santa Carla? Wait a minute, where the hell is Santa Carla anyway? California. She boarded the plane and four hours later she was in Santa Carla, taking a cab to base. She passed a “welcome to Santa Carla” sign, and ominously spray painted on the back, “Santa Carla, murder capitol of the world”. Ya, this was gonna be interesting.

The people in her unit were pretty nice, but very odd. They were all into vampire comics. They insisted she read them. Even more weird, they insisted these comics would “save her life” here in Santa Carla. Since she wanted to fit in she took a look at them. Pretty gory stuff, and this is for nerds. She was more interested in becoming an NPC bikini competitor, not a comic book collecting nerd.

The weekend finally came. Luckily she didn’t have to work, so she went down to the boardwalk. Their were people everywhere, mostly seeing a band that had some muscly steroid guy playing a saxophone.  She saw a group of people riding bikes similar to hers.  The leader of the group David, asked her to race them on the beach. He was dressed in black leather and looked like Kiefer Sutherland. Yes, this was gonna be fun.

The race was on. It was dark, the sand kicked up in her eyes. The race ended, they came to a stop at the mouth of a huge cave. Apparently it was their hang out. It was odd, and they were probably serial killers, but she didn’t have anything else going on that night, so why not!  Everyone was drinking from a huge old jeweled bottle that looked like it contained red wine.

The bottle was passed around. It finally got to her and everyone got quite. One of the girls looked at her pleadingly. Don’t drink it Lyla…its blood. She laughed…then took a long drink.

To be continued…

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Gothic Death Queen

Enter Stormie Psy. How did I meet her? Model Mayhem I believe. Stormie is one of my favorite type of models, and people.

What makes her so special? Well she’s into the darker side of life. She exudes dark energy, and loves metal. Most importantly, hates Marilyn Monroe. Since I too hate Marilyn Monroe I knew we were gonna get along famously.

Before you get to impressed though, Stormie admits she in no way finds Dave Mustaine from Megadeth presently attractive. However, she did admit that back in the 80’s she would have had his love child.

So what else can I say about Stormie? Unfortunately not much. Well not much that I can divulge if I want to be alive.

True, she told me some earth shattering secrets about herself. Is she really employed with the CIA? Was she involved with the Kennedy assassination? Does she endorse Charmin brand toilet paper? Unfortunately my lips are sealed on these and other matters.

So here’s the unclassified info on Stormie.  She was born in a small town in Upstate New York. Her parents were Portuguese and Italian. After a brief hitch in the French foreign legion she moved out to California. California is rough even for the toughest people, and Stormie had a hard time adjusting. She became a homeless drifter for awhile before being discovered by Anton Lavey, then head of the Church of Satan.

The Church of Satan trained her in silent killing techniques and deployed her to South America to take out christian missionaries. She was one of the most successful operators in the churches history.

I don’t know if I should have divulged that last part.

On a serious note, if you are a photographer in the southern California area you need to shoot with Stormie. She’s comfortable in her own skin, funny, and knows how to work her curves in an extremely tantalizing way. Every pose she does is a winner, and I had a very tough time picking out images for this blog. She can be contacted through her website or facebook, both of which are linked in this article.

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lingerie surfer killer

She got home and closed the door behind her. Slide the bolt home, lock. She rested her head against the door. Breathe, just breathe. The craving was back and she wasn’t sure she’d win this time.

The craving had been met for awhile by a homeless man she had picked up awhile back. His bones were still in the hallway closet. She’d have to clean before she brought anyone else back.

It was just another thing to add to the list of her worries. Even for a 200 year old vampire serial killer, San Diego was a tough city to live in. Her bills were piling up, her apartment too small. Her employment situation was the worst of all.

She sat down in her livingroom, she had no TV. She wasn’t even sure she wanted one.  It was 2 hours until sundown. In life her favorite thing to do was watch the sunset. She couldn’t even do that now. She could still surf though, even if it was at night. She didn’t have to worry about drowning or sharks.

The sun set, she grabbed her board, walked out, started her car and drove out. 5 minutes later she was parked and walking toward the beach.

She passed a group of guys on the way who stopped to admire her lingerie like beach outfit. They didn’t stand a chance, she only dated guys who were over 6 feet and had dark hair. She did contemplate killing them though.

The ocean was nice and cool. She sensed no predators in the water besides herself. Her eyes detected a small campfire off in the distance.

This was a weekday. What were people doing out on the beach when they should be at home sleeping in lingerie? People had no value or morals anymore! She would kill them all and use their bodily fluids in her bloody Mary mix.

She got out of the surf, she was close enough to smell them. Bunny rabbits every last one of them. She felt her fangs come in, her finger nails became talons.

It looked like a college party. She charged out impossibly fast. She talons opened them up like red water balloons. All of them screamed and ran, none were fast enough.

She finished, all were dead. She was covered in blood, panting, out of breathe. The fire casting shadows, crackling, and the steady calming noise of the surf. “You’re so beautiful”, she gasped and turned around. She had missed one in all the confusion. He was really good looking, had no fear, and was actually walking toward her. Strange, peculiar. “Please allow me to introduce myself, Louis Cypher, and you just killed my ride home” She actually blushed, “i’m sorry, if you don’t mind i’ll give you a ride home, just give me a minute to wash up, i must look a fright”  Freshly bathed from the ocean she walked back up to where he was waiting. Their seemed something dark and magickal about him, and maybe everything was going to turn out alright after all.

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