Sunrise
Happy Birthday, Sam!
Final Shot of Sam in the Studio
The Last of Sam in the Studio
I’ve used Heather Windsor’s studio in Bowmanville, Ontario for the last year as my shooting home. And as any regular reader of this blog knows, Samantha is the one model I’ve photographed more often than any other in that space. So here’s a couple images from our last shoot before the studio was shut down.
Double Sam
Slippery
The Arch
Life in Fishnets
Meet The Twins
A while back I showed you a video of Sam at the beach, which we used to garner her some votes for the Miss Hooters Canada texting contest. Well guess what? It worked! Samantha won the text vote — thanks so much to all of you who voted. She really appreciates it! Still images from the shoot are ready to be unveiled, with more to come:
These were shot at the nude beach at Hanlan’s Point, on the Toronto Islands. It was a super-sunny day and the sun had just ducked behind some big puffy clouds when we took these shots. The top shot is augmented with a bit of on-camera flash (SB-900) diffused with a Gary Fong Lightsphere Collapsible.
The nude beach is an interesting place. Long a hang-out for the gay community before it was recognized as an official clothing-optional beach, it tends to be overrun by tons of naked old men. Many of them were obviously interested in our shoot and walked by our stretch of beach multiple times to catch a glimpse of Samantha. The various states of undress were amusing — some walked down the beach in only a shirt and shoes, but lacking anything in between. Why leave the shirt on?
As the clouds grew more dense and the sky darkened, we found ourselves with a visitor. One of the gawkers decided to come and stand right next to me as I was shooting Samantha. He obviously knew nothing about personal space. As I tried to keep one eye on my gear to make sure he didn’t run off with anything, I turned my attention away from my light stand/umbrella/flash combo, which promptly fell over into the sand. One of the umbrella arms broke. Sand will pretty much destroy electronics on contact, but luckily I was able to get the sand off my flash before it had a chance to worm its way under the buttons. We decided to call it a day at that point, since Oldie McCreeperson wasn’t going anywhere. He continued to stand right next to us as we packed up, and then paraded his naked self a couple times in front of us as we worked our way back to the paved path.














