Looking at these pictures that Traci Lynn and I shot on Tuesday reminds me of a fun shoot in Galveston about two years ago. We rented a room across from the beach, then ran to it barefoot at midnight with a bottle of champagne, cameras, and baby oil to see what would happen.
The results were far better than I expected. It was pitch black and my camera did not want to focus, but the end result was "accidentally fantastic." (All of which I blame on Traci for being very flexible, and bravely cartwheeling herself through the sandy blackness.)
I'll dig up those photos and post them as soon as I can.
Until then, here's Traci, myself, and Koschka on the floor with the living room lamp. No tequila involved; just a sweet grapefruit and 90s rap. It's amazing what music can make you do in front of a camera.