Part two on my series  (previous chapter:  goo.gl/mQ6Ha) on working with the highly successful, most notorious NYC escort company which was eventually felled pulling Governors from office and administrators in jail. I was the inhouse photographer for a year. When I was lucky some of the girls would throw me extra photos for my own files and sign the releases. Names have been changed.

This isn’t a sexy story. I didn’t bang this chick. We didn’t fall in love. This shoot ended in tears and embarrassment:

I’ve photographed alot of people. At last estimate almost 2,500. And not big group shots, either. I mean one on one moments with the sole purpose of having their picture taken. Granted alot of this was when I was younger still learning how to take a portrait, and I’ve done duty shooting artists, actors, ran a headshot company for awhile, celebrities, nudes, porn and as this: ( goo.gl/mQ6Ha )  previous entry explained, shooting for the busiest, most lucrative escorts in NYC history.

Not all these shoots were winners. I don’t know that I’ve ever had a talent for photography, per se. But I did have a talent for learning and knew, even from the beginning what I was interested in capturing: a genuine moment in sometimes sexualized situation that wasn’t always sexual. An authenticity that looked beautiful. Because the women in my life have been beautiful, in body and spirit. I’ve been pretty lucky. I digress.

I generally make it a mission to make the subject the object of focus, adoration and celebration on a shoot. Most especially if the shoot is geared towards beauty or sex. But sometimes out of sheer volume, mass, just the number of people I (or others) have shot not every shoot can be as inspired as the next and I do have offdays. I’m always hoping to make an vital connection with someone (both new and long standing muses) but sometimes it’s not there, or I’m tired or worse involved in my own life while during a shoot. This is a problem, because I don’t think a shoot should be about me.

“Don’t show this angle” she commanded. “OK” I would say. “Don’t show too much of my face”, she says. This is where, after working around the clock shooting maybe 18 people I’m beginning to strain. “Let me see photo” she started saying after every third frame. If you’re imagining vaguely Russian accent, you won’t be far off.

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I don’t remember this girl’s name, but I’ll never forget her amazing ass. I think she was a Dominatrix in NY and we had some wine after the shoot.

I lead a lucky life sometimes.

Myself and Sovvy popped down to Florida to celebrate our anniversary, and take advantage of friends pools and gardens to shoot naked when no one was looking. We can generally tell if something is working at about the 8 minute mark (Do these same skills apply to like bank or car robbery?) and this is the result of friends going to the supermarket for 30 minutes and us bustin out some erotic yum in just 20. We’re a tempestuous couple and we took out our creative differences in the boudoir with the remaining 10 since we didn’t want to waste any leftovers. Hope you enjoy. Love, Joshua Darling (with Sovereign)

I like this one. What a looker, no?

Brandon and Zoe V at the Pleasure Chest Soiree last night. I have pretty friends.

Also, EARTHQUAKE!!!

End of the world, guys. Kiss, have sex, call your mother.

JMD

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