Female physical beauty is a wonderful and perilous thing. Intelligent men are made fools by it and most women crave it with all their hearts . I mean who gives a stuff about Troy? It was Helen's face who launched a thousand ships. What I'm getting at is that beautiful women are most sought after and are constantly at an advantage.
Those of you who know me have probably figured out by now that I also have a weakness for beautiful women. A large part of my hobby involves trying to capture that beauty and I cannot deny curves . I know that everyone has a different opinion as to what they find the ideal physical attraction but I think there is a generic brand of woman that everyone finds appealing. I'm talking about the western culture here. The sort of model you see inside the covers of vogue and slight variations thereof. Perhaps thinner, taller, bustier and whatnot. A face with symmetry and the right balance of soft and defined features with large dynamic eyes and pouty lips will generally win over a face with a crooked nose and buckteeth at any social situation given the same level of wit. A man will generally run off with the prettier woman. I could go on. Shallow is the word for it but really, how can we all be that shallow? Out of all the people I know I cannot think of one man who wouldn't favor a pretty girl over an average one and I cant think of one women who wouldn't put their body through torture to gain what beauty they can. I know many women whose lives are all consumed by trying to be that little bit prettier. And then comes the dysmorphic aspect. Amazingly beautiful girls starving themselves to ugliness and the gracefully aging injecting, stitching and implanting themselves with all sorts of things until they look like something out of a horror movie. Those of us who do not have the beauty have to be amazingly intelligent and witty but then someone prettier than you who has the same level of intelligence and wit comes along and takes that job that you so needed. Yes I am resentful and I find it all horribly unfair but its one of those unchanging things. I am frustrated for every women out there who is less than perfect and those who are amazing but cannot see it. It can be crippling and im not exaggerating.
I got over the whole beauty thing when I was little because of my upbringing. I was anorexic when I was 11 which I blame my father for ( who calls a 10 year old who isn't morbidly obese fat ) and which I quickly got over. In fact my father used to call me ugly so often from such a young age that I figured out very quickly that he was a prick who wasn't worth listening too and I think it changed the way I see people. I suppose now I think everyone is a prick unless they prove themselves otherwise and I think this has helped me a lot. I have never felt betrayed by anyone because I don't trust readily and I don't take peoples opinions into mind unless they really matter to me. The trick is not to care. There are hundreds of opportunities out there for all kinds of women. Sure there are amazingly beautiful/intelligent women that will outdo us but honestly how many of those can there be? Out of all the women I personally know I can count the beautiful/intelligent ones on one hand. The rest are usually airheads.
Every women I know including myself has some sort of body issue. I really needed to get that rant off my chest
I shall add the usual casting call thing.
All models who wish to work with me, All photographers who wish to photograph me (with a concept), All photographers needing an assistant, and all Fashion,jewelry,MUA and hair designers needing a photographer
Please don't hesitate and send me a note. I love art and try to create it as much as I can.
The gorgeous people I have worked with :
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(Behind the scenes image taken by ~photograjph model with violin ~Halohid )
So many have already said what I had on my mind. You said some very poignant things, and you are quite intelligent, witty and beautiful too!
I've swung from both ends of the weight rafters, but more on account of my mother. My father, although not perfect, has always made me feel intelligent and beautiful. My mother, however, gave me nicknames like 'Thunderthighs' when I was just eight....and I wasn't overweight- not even close. I was a skinny, athletic kid. By the time I graduated high school I was anorexic, barely weighed 100lbs and ate no more than I could hold in my closed fist per day. By ten years later, several depressions and heavy medication I was 205lbs and cried myself to sleep nearly every night because I still was not eating much, but the meds were making it hard to lose the weight (they messed up my thyroid). It's getting better now and I am losing it again, (down about 30lbs...god it goes slow) but to be healthy...like you, I learned that vicious people aren't worth listening too, even if its your parent.
I used to be a ballet dancer, and I still feel that dancer inside me....like I'm that petite dancer wearing a really heavy parka. Its a strange thing, but its good too...because it means that this big parka doesn't define who I am.
If I lived in Australia I would so love to meet you and Halohid....I would love to shoot with you both. We could do a Fantasia theme....Halohid as the pretty little fairy and I could be your dancing Elephant!
Elephants are regal...
Wow...didn't intend to write all that. Um...too much coffee for me maybe. ROFL
I've swung from both ends of the weight rafters, but more on account of my mother. My father, although not perfect, has always made me feel intelligent and beautiful. My mother, however, gave me nicknames like 'Thunderthighs' when I was just eight....and I wasn't overweight- not even close. I was a skinny, athletic kid. By the time I graduated high school I was anorexic, barely weighed 100lbs and ate no more than I could hold in my closed fist per day. By ten years later, several depressions and heavy medication I was 205lbs and cried myself to sleep nearly every night because I still was not eating much, but the meds were making it hard to lose the weight (they messed up my thyroid). It's getting better now and I am losing it again, (down about 30lbs...god it goes slow) but to be healthy...like you, I learned that vicious people aren't worth listening too, even if its your parent.
I used to be a ballet dancer, and I still feel that dancer inside me....like I'm that petite dancer wearing a really heavy parka. Its a strange thing, but its good too...because it means that this big parka doesn't define who I am.
If I lived in Australia I would so love to meet you and Halohid....I would love to shoot with you both. We could do a Fantasia theme....Halohid as the pretty little fairy and I could be your dancing Elephant!
Elephants are regal...
Wow...didn't intend to write all that. Um...too much coffee for me maybe. ROFL