I’ve been thinking about
the image I got of the girl walking home earlier this week and realised that I was quite turned on by the idea of women being barefoot in the town. Not to the extent that I wanted to clean their feet or suck on their toes whilst they were dirty - I’m not an idiot - but just the sense of it, the beauty of it, the freedom.
Part of an exercise we were set at the Photography Group was to shoot some night pictures. I teamed up with my friend from the group Nick and, over a quick pint, we decided to do a session in the city centre.
It was a great idea, plenty of activity (we chose to go on Saturday night), lots of faces to capture, lights and - of course - scantily clad ladies. Even better, I saw that a lot of them were barefoot.
Anyway, this is a selection of the ones I took, which I think best exemplify the tone of this blog. I hope you enjoy them!
There must have been a party somewhere, a lot of girls were dressed like St Trinians! The key image for me here though is the lucky bastard by the doorway, getting to give the girl a foot massage.
She looks lovely, doesn't she?
Sore feet, ready for home.
Heading home
Ladies after a successful night out. I love the one on the right, that drunken pout she has. Beautiful.
Striding along, perfectly at ease. The guy fiddling with his phone doesn't know what he's missing!
