Justine in fur (and nothing else)

Are you getting tired of Justine yet? Of course not, that would actually be impossible! Justine had been begging for ages to wear her faux fur vest for some photos, so using my styling expertise (ha!) I determined that precisely zero accessories or other clothing would be the appropriate match. I think I was right!

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Justine: best friend and bad luck all in one

I’m pretty sure I’ve talked before about the sickening mutual admiration that Justine and I have for each other. You’d probably all be disgusted if you had to spend any time around us.

What I’ve likely never mentioned until now, because there was no proof, is that Justine is some sort of strange bad luck charm. The last time we shot together, I ended up with a broken lens that required $700 in repairs. This time, I came away with an equal $700 hole in my pocket after destroying my cell phone towards the end of our shoot.

Our next meeting that will involve a camera will be Justine’s wedding in about six weeks, so if I can come away from that with only $700 in damages, I’ll consider myself lucky.

Which photo is your favourite? We got such a variety of stellar shots this time around!

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The Scarf

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I’m in love with that first photo.

One of the first photos I ever saw of Justine on her ModelMayhem profile was of her wrapped in a red scarf. She’s brought scarves to our past shoots and I denied her each time, not wanting to replicate what she already has. But this time when she offered — well, it’s hard to say no to a naked girl standing in the forest who could potentially be exposed to mosquito bites. So I let her cover up a bit with the scarf. So glad I did.

 

Dirrrty Justine

Just a few more shots of Justine getting messy at a lovely location she found for us. We make a pretty good team, methinks. These were all shot with natural light and the Nikon 70-200mm f/2.8 VR lens.

It had rained earlier in the day, and as we were walking down to the white house, Justine asked me if she should roll around in the mud puddle she just found. Before I could even answer, she was down on all fours, slathering mud on herself.

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