Foxy Rocks It

Have to say, Foxy here was fun to shoot with. Something about a model with a really strong physique... I was sort of mesmerized to the point where I lost track of time and our brief (group shoot) session was over before I had a chance to really mix things up with her. Hope to get a chance with her another time so she can get really pumped and "take us to the gun show." She seemed a little reticent about it at first... some models shy away from looking too muscular in photos, even though they're working out like crazy. I guess some folks still feel it's not too feminine, but I don't think anyone could argue that Foxy here is a beautiful specimen of the female form.

On an almost unrelated note, while I was working with Foxy, the chorus of a song from a few years back kept running through my head... Not the Hendrix song you might suspect, but instead "Foxey Lamotta" by a guy named Dylan Hicks from his first album, Won. The song is actually about a smooth-talking ladies man, but the "Foxaaaay Lamotta" chorus has a way of rattling around my head. The odd shame about it is that you can buy this album for as little as 20 cents (plus shipping) on Amazon. Like his other two albums, "Won" is a real gem -- one of thousands that get lovingly written and recorded, released then sink virtually without a trace. In a way, being a musician is more than a little like being a photographer... you can put all kinds of creativity and time and effort into a shot, and most likely, some folks will take a quick look at it, while the vast majority of the world never knows it exists. But hopefully, the shot will really connect with at least a handful of people, or maybe more, which justifies the whole endeavour. But maybe it's best not to think too long about this... for a while there, I was tempted to link to this to somehow illustrate the point. Man, it's getting late...