Three shoots lined up today and I'm still sitting in my car pretending I'm not the one running the whole show. Bet you'd like to be on my call sheet.
Three shoots lined up today and I'm still sitting in my car pretending I'm not the one running the whole show. Bet you'd like to be on my call sheet.
Sunday night ritual — bare feet, fresh polish, nobody to tell me what color to pick. Something about painting my own toes always makes me think about who I want looking at them next.
Friday night in and I'm already my own favorite company. Don't worry — there's plenty of room for you to make yourself useful.
Client wanted "effortless natural glow" for today's shoot. Forty-five minutes and six products later, here's effortless. Want to bet how long I keep this robe on once they call me in?
Too hot to sleep, too stubborn to go inside, so I'm counting Perseids in nothing but my own skin. Bet you'd have a hard time watching the sky instead of me.
Training alone means nobody's around when the stretch turns into something else. Could you even focus if you walked in on this?
Bare skin grips chrome better than fabric ever could, so I'm calling this a tactical decision. Tell me you'd last five minutes watching before your hands wandered.
Storm passed but the air's still so thick I couldn't keep my hands off myself if I tried. Bet you'd lose that same fight.
The storm killed my power and I decided that was my excuse to stop wearing anything at all. You'd do the same, wouldn't you?
It's not even noon and my AC is already losing this fight. Cold shower didn't help — now I'm just standing here dripping and daring the sun to make me put clothes back on.