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Fawn Richfield is the type of young woman that I might spot in public and think to myself, Wow, if only I could convince her to model. She might not be the next vapid, insta-famous star, but there is plenty about her that is eye-catching, at least for me. Fawn is relatable. Most people don't want mannequins. There's no common ground there. Do you enjoy stories where everyone is flawless and life is persistently ideal? Good luck.
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Hello everyone. This is part one of another shoot I did in Kiev, or Kyiv, or whatever you prefer to call Ukraine's capital, currently being shelled by Russian artillery. Obviously, these photos were taken during happier times. Regan Budimir recruited her photogenic friend to join the Zishy army. Her name is Olena Kozich. This update focuses more on tease and less on nudity, so deal with that info accordingly. More from the indoor portion will follow at some point. Hope everyone is safe and that most of this once-bustling city will remain intact. XOXO
Samadhi Amour. What an odd name. One day I might Google it and find out what it means. Not today though. Today I am concerned with more important matters. I am focusing on my breathing. Cold air in. Warm air out. That sure does feel good. What would you feel in the presence of Samadhi? Would you feel lust? Appreciation? Apathy? Inadequacy? Anger? A beauty like hers will teach you a lot about yourself. The path we take is often guided by our attitude. I might not always have a great one, but I am learning to adjust it. That's one thing we must all hold onto. The desire to learn. Dig it, man? -Charlie
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Guys, I feel that I have misled you in some way and I am tired of carrying around all this guilt. I must make a shocking confession. I am trans. I was born a female. I wore dresses, played with dolls, tortured kittens, you know, everything that little girls normally do. But something never felt right. I began getting interested in trucks and math and even started fantasizing about my teenage babysitter, Jessica. I wanted to do everything that boys did, I wanted to eventually pleasure women in the ways only men could--the dick, the balls, the large bank account. I needed it all. So after third grade, I made the leap. I started taking hormone blockers and surgically transitioned to becoming a man. I have to say, it was the best decision that I ever made as a child. God bless Portland and Patsy Ford.
Isabella Herzog in her grand finale on Zishy. She didn't need any clothes for this one and I did not insist. Who would? Isabella is charming and energetic. She is a descendent of the Tatars, which are a Turkic ethnic group that inhabited the area often associated with the Mongolian Empire. Good work, Genghis.
I am a lucky bastard. Not only do I get to travel to Italy and photograph stunning women like Claudia Veneza. Not only do I get to eat squid ink pasta, sip a glass of fine wine, and jerk off after to women's indoor volleyball highlights. I get to do something even more satisfying. I get to bring you muffins along for the ride. I hope you enjoy this shyte and I'll keep trying hard to make it better in order to express my gratitude. Turn off your phone and sweep well tonight. More Claudia to come.
WARNING! The man in the header photo of this update is a bonafide killer, as in buzz-killer. I assume he is the manager of this particular Publix supermarket, although we were not shown any official credentials. Guy walked right up to us and rudely asked us to leave the store. This injustice must not go unheard. Sasha was merely exercising her rights to free speech and sexual empowerment. Men like him want to silence the women's movement. Maybe he would like to see Sasha in a burka? Disgusting. Sponsored by Sprouts.
She is a really nice person and I am a very lucky photographer. Aurora Morgenrote is daring and beautiful. I will have a hard time topping this trip to Italy. I hope Europe bounces back stronger than ever after the pandemic. Stay hopeful, friends.
I shot these with Lily Rader last year. We snapped a few in front of a campaign headquarters for Bernie Sanders. It seems like someone forgot to inform him that the system was rigged. Hopefully, all this turmoil will only result in the country waking its ass up from under an incompetent political regime. I fail to see how drastically different a two-party system is from that with only one. Just because we can choose between Pepsi and Coke, doesn't make us free men. After the streets of Hollywood, Lily and I journeyed down to Santa Monica College, where Lily's outfit and actions did not go completely unnoticed.
Shot in cooler times, Katie Darling showed me how beautiful nature can be. She also introduced me to this picturesque spot in Texas. Sometimes you win and sometimes you learn. When I photograph a woman like Katie, I never learn anything.