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“Kim and Lucie… they’re French.”

Taken on a Mamiya RZ67, Tri-X load.

Kim, on his mouth

We didn’t have our picnic because of the rain. So we brought the food to Kims as Kim sat and did what Kim does.

It’s a rough scan…

Mamiya RZ67, Kodak Plus-x

Treat your talent right // don’t be an asshole 

How to fuck up a good relationship:

Greg Lotus does a ever-so-slightly-provocative photo shoot (I think it’s boring) with Lara Stone in 2008. For whatever reason he sits on the pictures for 2 years (enter now) when he decides to sell them to French Playboy. Despite having shown her goods in countless publications throughout her career, she’s pissed about this one… and she’s suing.

Patty Huntington @ Frockwriter gives the dirty details, here… 

Is it not the job of her management to handle this shit beforehand? 2010 Lara’s untouchable. But even if she wasn’t top shit in 2008, she was close enough. Where did management go wrong? Was there anything on paper?

Is this kind of scenario is frequently overlooked? Will this change the way people approach contracts moving forward?

Not sure her reputation is what’s at stake. But it’s the principle of the thing.

I think it’s shameless on Lotus’s part. He got his quick fix but he’s never going to work with her again. And she’s on top of the world. You don’t fuck with that. His move was impulsive and slightly pitiful… desperation in tough times. He should know better. I like his work. He didn’t have to go there. 

But again, how the hell was he given the option to begin with? Would love to see some example contracts to get a sense of what went wrong. It’s not really my field.

Kim, Upstate, New York 

I’m not sure what city we were in. I’ve been to that cabin 10 times and I still don’t know what city it was in. It was one of the best nights of my life. I was heartbroken and blissful, knowing this was it. This was the last night we see the boos, those wonderful ladies on their own turf. The last fire was the loudest. The last naked dip in the pond the coldest, longest, the furthest from the shore. It was the last time to rehearse past times about this place. This was it. The last photo. And it was perfect.

Kim, Williamsburg, Brooklyn 

shot in January.