I have emerged....

Yeah, I'm alive. Sort of. At least, my doctor says so. I'm actually fine, just obscenely busy (and not in a good way.)

Ok, quick update before I have to go back to work:
1. I had a shoot, like, a month ago. The pictures are good, but I haven't actually mailed the couple a disk yet because of the aforementioned icky schedule, but I'm getting there, I swear.

2. The shoot I was supposed to have this weekend has been postponed. I will be sleeping instead.

3. I have a commissioned figure shoot on Monday, but I doubt those will be public. Sorry.

4. Box Mag (www.box-mag.com) and I are trying to work together again for one big suite and two smaller projects. Anyone wanna be in a flipbook?

5. I have been terribly lax in trying to make art, get it out there, and pretend I'm a successful photographer, so unfortunately, I don't have any exciting news to share. Except that I was in L'Hebdo Magazine in Switzerland. Supposedly. I haven't actually seen them. But it was for an article on orgasms, so it was probably good.

Is there a "Ms. Wolou" in the house?

This has nothing to do with art. Sorry.

I'm really bummed. I got myself excited about voting in California for the first time, I read all the packets they gave, me, filled out my cheat sheet, went to go see where my polling place was, and.....discovered they had misspelled my name. Samantha Emily Wolou. Wolou?! It's five letters. How can anyone screw up five letters? It's such an easy name! My name gets misspelled a lot (Wollov, Wollove, Woluv, Wolor, etc.) and mispronounced a lot (correct: "Wall-of" or "olive" with a "w" in front of it), but I never cared. In fact, it weeded out the idiots. But goddamn it, I want to vote! They may still let me, so I have my fingers crossed.

But in the meantime, get thee to a polling place! Go go go go go!

Cleaning house...prints for sale!

I have two prints that have been floating around my apartment since I moved in August, and I don't really want them here anymore. They're both from the "Lingerie" series, and they're both for sale.

The first is "Panties, Beige and Black Floral Mesh." It was professionally printed by my favorite printing shop in DC, an 8"x12" image centered on 11"x14" paper, signed, and has been sitting in a frame for a few months, so no scratches. However, one of the corners is ever so slightly bent. Just a teeny, tiny amount, I swear. If you mat it, no one will see it. Even if you don't, it gets flattened out by the frame anyway. It's a very, very small flaw, but a flaw nonetheless. I usually sell prints for $150, but given the crease, I'm selling it for $115. Here's a photo:


The second print is "Panties, Green and Purple Floral Mesh." I printed this back when I was testing printing alternatives. It is printed on 16"x20"paper, and is almost that same size, but the white border looks a little odd (two sides are about an inch thick, the other two barely have any white space at all.) It's been sitting in the travel tube all this time, no scratches, no creases, no imperfections at all. It's signed, too. Given that I didn't use my normal printer (the paper feels like generic photo stock), but it's much larger than my usual prints, I'm also selling it for $125. Here's a photo:


I actually really, really like these prints, the colors fantastic and the images are crisp and clean, but they don't quite fit in with the rest of our decor (ecclectic mod with a touch of irreverent femininity, whatever that means). Besides, I've already subjected my boyfriend to two MASSIVE faux-vintage "botany" (read: pretty flowers) posters, and I'm not sure he'd appreciate photos of my panties on our walls for when his parents come to visit.

These are the only two I have, so if you're interested, the sooner you email me, the better; it's a first come, first served thing. The prices include shipping, don't worry. Email me if you're interested samantha at his dot com.

I work hard for the money.....so hard for the money....

I have a job interview today. I don't want to say anything about it yet, just in case it's a total bust (ahem, like the major technology magazine who called me in to meet the senior staff to see if I would "click" as their editorial assistant, then cancelled the second meeting because I had too much art experience, because, you know, I had accumulated another 16 years of art experience between my first interview and that phone call.) But I have my fingers crossed. I'm a little worried about scheduling and how it will affect my photography, but if they offer me the job, I'll discuss it with them. They're art people, so maybe they'll be sympathetic.

And, speaking of jobs, Box hired me to do another spread. This time, I get total creative freedom (as if I didn't before--they're fantastic). The pictures for this issue won't come out for a looooong time (spring?), so I don't want to ruin the surprise, but I think I'm going to have a lot of fun taking these pictures. Now, maybe I can find a costume store that still sells fake blood...

Also, I have a new* bodyguard. His name is Lee, he's utterly fantastic and adorable, and he'll definitely come in handy in my line of work. Get it? Handy? Erotic Photography? I slay me...

*No, I didn't have an "old" bodyguard. My boyfriend works during the day at his fancy-schmancy, super-secret internet browser paradise (I know you're reading this, J), and he never comes to my shoots (loo-zah), so he was never considered a bodyguard.

I might need to do bodily harm to someone, I'm not sure

It's days like today that make me want to quit the photography and go to law school or something. I'm going on pause for a few days, or until bludgeoning highly unprofessional models and myopic, self-richeous German teens is legal. Long story.