Wild Girls, Part II

M is lightly touching my toes one by one as a I type this. I'm due at SF MOMA in approximately one hour, so I'd better get a move on. M is working from home and I'm abandoning her, which she is none too pleased about, but at least I made coffee and fed her breakfast. As promised, here are the moodier, sultrier, pseudo-boudoir pictures from yesterday's getup.

Of course, they're not authentic as I am neither dressed in lingerie nor is the location appropriate, but the light and mood and such seems to convey the slightest hint of naughtiness.

DOESN'T EVERYONE WANT TO BE A LITTLE BIT NAUGHTY? I think so.

In my curiosity about boudoir photography (as I have a wee top-secret project in the works with a dear photographer friend of mine), I came across this on a wiki:

Other common themes for boudoir photography are anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's Day, weight loss, maternity, any form of body change or alteration (breast augmentation or reduction, etc.), and for soldiers overseas.

Soldiers overseas! Aw. For some reason, that strikes me as real tender. If they're anywhere near as wonderful as, say, Tash on The L Word or our dear friend G of Can I Help You, Sir?, I'd print out a whole calendar or booklet or somesuch and ship them wherever in the world they'd make a nice tomboy soldier's day. It seems like such a sweet and old-fashioned thing to do, but of course that's because I'm a very naive and gullible romantic, I can't help it. (And now the tomboy is going to give me a good old-fashioned spanking for that, I'm sure.)

With that, I really must be off. I'll be back later to give a full report on Exposed - I hear it's marvelous!

Hope everybody has a dreamy Valentine's Day weekend! We'll do our damnedest. WINK-WINK.