So part one of the master plan is complete… I have a new Facebook group set up exclusively for models and want-to-be models in the South West I want to work with.
Following the ‘Church’ controversy it was easy and nigh on impossible not to get a huge following on my Facebook account. It peaked at around 4900 ‘friends’ of the maximum 5000 friends a personal page is allowed to have. While it’s a great feeling having that many requests, so many in-fact that I had to start ignoring requests to keep space open for those people that mattered, there’s a downside to it too: One misses out on most of the relevant posts from real friends and family only to be swamped by a home page full of horoscopes, iHearts and other such irritating and time consuming interwebs kibble.
The vast majority of these friends I was never going to interact with, never going to meet, they weren’t going to give a toss for my humour and seeing as it was my personal page weren’t really going to be at all interested in a status that read ‘sunny day – must hit the beach’.
It was time for a cull! A time for a brutal and much needed sweep of the scythe and a much needed poke around with the proverbial broom.
I hit up the edit friends page and took to deleting with a vengeance; 4900 strangers whittled down to less than 600 strangers and a 100 personal friends and people I admire in a day. Gone are all the US and UK porn stars barring a few I know personally. Gone are all the want to be porn photographers. Gone are all the pretend Lothario’s and understudy Casanova’s fervently trawling my friend list in the hope of meeting the porn starlet of their dreams. Gone are all the time wasting internet models that never bothered to reply to my offers of work and gone are all of the friends of friends of friends.
If I kept you I love you, like you, admire you or want to work with you. If I kept you, you are now ordered into neat lists of family, personal friends, photographers, models and South West models.
I now have an interesting group of approximately 500 ‘friends’ in the South West models group; more than enough I think to kick-start a healthy new website into existence.
I often work on the assumption that as a healthy and regular, Mr Average type male, if ‘I’ fancy a model then the majority of other males will too. After all, in the world of glamour that’s the main criteria no? I’m not looking for the model that will suit the latest fashions I’m looking for the model that will look the most appealing taking those fashions off.
I’m not looking for the mega-boobed, big haired and California tanned, impossible to connect with other than with a bottle of baby oil and box of tissues US style porn-star, I’m looking for the girl next door.
I’m looking for the girl that makes you look twice in Starbucks. I’m looking for the girl that catches your eye on the dance floor and the girl that earns you that crushed thigh when you double-take while driving with your girlfriend and she’s been resting her hand on your leg.
I’m going to be looking for that elusive mix of Angel and Devil. Of shyness and understated flirtation. I want to photograph models that are just the right side of adulthood before the weight of the world’s responsibilities crush the fun out of them.
In my world a cheeky smile and a flirtatious grin are worth far more than a size zero figure.
I want to show you a world where a peek of a lacy bra and a flash of panty are in equal measure, every bit as sexy as a naked porn star if not more so. I want you to understand that these girls are real and not just objects of desire. That they have lives and boyfriends, family and friends. I don’t want you to see the models I work with as machines working in an industry providing titillation for the masses. I want you to understand that they have feelings, I want you to understand that they are real people and one day you might meet one of them in a bar.
I want you to love and respect the models I work with and if you ever do meet one, treat her with the respect she deserves as a person. She’s not your plaything, she’s not someone to be pawed over and leered at, she’s a girl with friends and family that has real feelings and desires of her own.
Thank her for sharing her beauty with you and leave it at that. She will think far more of you in the long run if you treat her as a woman rather than an object of desire. She might grace my website in all her glory but that won’t mean she is public domain. Only her image will be. Her body, her soul and her friendships remain hers to give to whom she chooses.
I hope we understand one another.