Pin-Ups

I love photographing people.

A couple of months ago, I was talking with a good friend of mine and she happened to mention how she thought 1950’s style pin-ups were some of the coolest images of women ever made.  She pulled out some old Betty Paige calendars, that her father had given her, and we wasted the better part of an evening talking about the aesthetics of this bygone genre.

We poured over the poses and commented on the sex appeal.  The eyes. The facial-expressions. The outfits.  Everything seemed to say “sex” without really saying it.  That is what turned us on the most.  They were “hot” but not slutty.

We dissected more images looking at the specifics of each pose and the subtleties of each shot.  Soon the talk rambled toward the idea of producing images like these. But, with a modern twist.

We should do a pin-up shoot.

A short list of possible people sprouted.  To be included were hair stylists, make-up artists and models (of course).

We were onto something.  Over the next month our team gradually assembled the needed accoutrements.

Sassy outfits, check.

Stylist, check.

Models, check.

Make-up artist…..check.  Now all we needed was a day to make it all work.

My idea was to shoot all of the ladies against a “green screen”.  After the shoot was over, each image would be digitally extracted and placed on whatever background seemed to fit.  From the get go, I wanted crazy color.  It was 1950 meets a Deee-Lite video.  It was my crazy dream that I hoped would work.

Each image needed to tell a story; a little vignette. There is one behind any good pin-up.  There is the librarian who, during story time, happens to show a little leg.  Or maybe the tale is about a housewife/baker who just happens to forget the majority of her clothing for the day.  Maybe, just maybe, the story goes something like this.  A lady starts giving her cute dog a bath and is interrupted by the doorbell.

The endings are all the same.  When someone catches their little indecency, their tincy-wincy indiscretion … the reply is always … “Ooops”.

So that is where we start.

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