2014.09.01 Being Iva Nora
Iva Nora was traveling through California and needed a place to crash in the south bay for a night, so I invited her over.
We had a few drinks on my porch and discussed our fetishes.
The next morning I cooked us bacon and eggs, we shot some sexy ass photos, and then she was off. She was picked up by some other photographer to continue her adventure. After meeting Second Life a year or so later, I learned that he was the dude who picked her up that day, which was bizarre. It felt like the plot to Lost Highway
I rarely shoot in the morning at my place since my windows face west and I prefer harsh, direct sunlight. So the lighting is much softer than my other stuff, but I did my best.