Racey

As you may have noticed, this photo gallery is linked to the the main video on the blog page. Ok, first let's recognize that in the video mentioned above, I did sound like somewhat of an ignorant hillbilly. This was due to fatigue. Climbing all over a beat up race car and holding 20 sec poses for one still frame shot at a time in 90 degree heat, doesn't sound that bad in theory. However, in reality it sucks the "smart" right out of you. Thanks to the editing of my photographer, I didn't appear to be a complete idiot. During the shoot, I bet double to nothing, that in person I sounded something resembling a drunk, inbred, third grader, who was left out in the woods too long to find Daisy the pig. Nevertheless, I embrace my southern draw, but prefer to present my accent in a more polished, educated tone. Make no mistake I may sound like Elli May when exhausted, but I still speak with a head held high. Oh, and I must add. Thank you to the family that allowed their race car to be part of the Annie Antioch association. You know who you are! :) p/s...note to self check aged, race car seats for spiders in the future. lol

This gallery contains 31 pictures plus 1 min. and 34 sec. of video

Pool Shark

Fishnet Frenzy! This shoot is one of my favorites. The morning of this shoot I found myself void of a costume revelation. It is my habit to usually put together my own photo shoot apparel. However, this morning the creative side of my brain decided to retreat to a non-active status. The other half of my brain, not re-acting well to the "closed shop" status of its creative counterpart, began to panic. What the Hell was I going to wear? Staring blankly at my closet, I began to pick my nails desperately hoping for a fashion epiphany. My photographer was going to be knocking on my door any minute, and I was outlined only in my barely there underwear! Like a crazed herd of rhinos, I torn my bedroom apart in search of the destined outfit. Then, there at the bottom of my underwear drawer were my fishnet stockings that I had worn last Halloween. Eureka ! Ten minutes later the Sassy Pool Shark was born! Note: pantie hose of any kind are binding and uncomfortable! I, no joke, had a wedgie for at least six hours ....until all photo shoots for the day were snap happy awesome!

This gallery contains 31 pictures plus 2 mins. and 27 sec. of video

Sobriety Test

I learned something about sobriety tests while partying on the lake a couple weeks ago. Topic of conversation was the 'say your ABC's backwards' portion of the sobriety test.....well in my little mind I have always thought it meant say the entire alphabet backward...Z,Y,X.....etc....Well, according to BUI dodgers...no it simply means say ABC backward.....CBA....Duh! I thought to myself. Why, had this interpretation of 'say your ABCs backwards' challenge never dawned on me before? Lord, how simple, I thought! Even sober as a stone, I never have concluded that 'say your ABCs backwards' only meant literally say CBA! It sparked a notion in my brain that began to question the entrapment factor of sobriety tests. Interpretation of an instruction or comment as we all know can trigger different understandings and reactions with different people. Therefore, how sober are sobriety tests? Join the Anarchy of Annie only in the MEMBERS section! :)

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Express Yourself

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Bikini-Clad

There was seriously a door to no where. Huh? You ask as you narrow your brows. Allow me to explain. On a generous plot of acreage partially encompassed by undergrowth, stand the proud remains of what appears to be an early 20the century mansion. This once magnificent structure now peppered with graffiti, plagued with decaying side boards, branded by boarded entrances, cluttered with piles of trash, injured with missing shingles, and scared with smashed windows exists utterly forgotten against the landscape of our modern society. However, in the eyes of the Annie Antioch crew this neglected erection was hauntingly intriguing. In many of the photos associated with the Bikini Clad project, the magnificent mansion is not clearly visible, but be aware it was looming in the background.

The first frames were taken on the back porch. The rickety foundation of the landing overlooked a moat of filthy ball caps, crushed beer cans, and half decayed trash. A blue recliner was rooted at the bottom of the porch, sinking in a quicksand of weeds. Within five minutes of shooting on the unsteady landing, my photographer lowered his camera and stared blanking past me in an upward direction. Following his gaze, my eyes rested on the oddity as well. A door on the second story of the mansion overlooked the back yard of the property. There were no stairs to the door, no balcony (I guess maybe there was once a balcony and it collapsed?), no ruble below the door to suggest there had once been a balcony. It was weird to say the least. Then, the irony of such an enigma found meaning in my consciousness. How many doors do we open in life that led absolutely no where? How many times do we find ourselves at a dead end and realize the only way to move forward is to jump down.

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Instead of Kisses

Instead of Kisses...You have a very tipsy model in a sweater dress on a hellishly muggy, hot day....this equals not smart lol! Ok, so let me confess that it is a rather difficult task to climb around on a truck sweaty and tipsy. At one point, I thought I had caved in the roof of the truck that my friend had allowed my photographer and I to use in the shoot J This was my second photo shoot and due to my lack, at this time, of complete comfort in front of the camera I found liquid courage by devouring two 24 oz Miller Lite bottles! At first I felt awesome, empowered like the light touch of a first kiss. Then, after the sun started to beat down on me and I began to sweat, I felt icky, sticky, and gross. Gross just like the light first kiss of someone who reveals a toothy, sucking kiss of a mouth eater. You know the ones that start off with the soft lips, but then bombard your face with slobber, teeth, and waayyyy to much breath? So like the promises of a first kiss I felt great from my beer buzz, but then like true nature of the beast of a good kiss gone bad, I felt icky, sticky, and gross lol :)


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Tic Toc

It still gives me chills recalling the memory of how I acquired the clock that now hangs proudly above my mantle. Purchased for me as a surprise gift two years ago by my then boyfriend, this clock was a symbol of the victory over drug addiction. At the time this clock was bought, my now ex. had, what we thought, defeated the purgatory of pill withdrawals. The months preceding this "clock" event had been filled with trips in and out of emergency room, battles with health organizations regarding lack of insurance issues, extreme weight loss, overwhelming fatigue, and fits of frustration. Nevertheless, through it all he hadn't given up on giving up drugs, and I hadn't given up on him. Therefore, the day I came home from work to find the clock I had eyed in Target for months mounted on the living room wall of our modest town home, I knew the struggle was over, at least for then. It was a dawning of a new life and new chapter in our lives. A fresh start if you will. The tic tock of this new clock marked for me the kind of moments you live for in life. The ones that prove that the battles you fight are worth the struggle. And, even though my ex. and I did not stay together, the clock stayed with me, reminding me of the positive changes that preserve in life.

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Orange Crush

Ok....so I am a paranoid prick...lol...At the remains of a once magnificent brewing company, my crew and I decided to take a walk on the trespassing side and snap a shoot in this enchanting ruble. Mind you in NO WAY did we vandalize or damage this property. First let's clear the air, I am the kind of person who reads a NO TRESPASSING sign and does exactly what it says....I stay the H$ll away! I'm sorry no jail or citation for me! Could you imagine me in jail even over night? Sh%t!, I wouldn't even make it through the first hour! My crew on the other hand not so intimidated by an aluminum sign sporting the phrase in big, bold type---KEEP OUT ventured onto the property without another thought. So, what if we get caught, I keep complaining! So, what if we go to jail, I hissed! So,,,,,,,, and after about an hour of my annoying scaredy-pants attitude my crew told me to shut up and focus on the shoot. According to their logic, we weren't hurting anything, and we were using the location as the background for a project geared toward artistic appreciation. Yeah, I growled....but to a cop this would look odd...think about it... a female in a short dress, high heels, and fishnet stockings surrounded by an all male crew DOESN'T LOOK SO GOOD! I mean come on....it almost looks even worse that we had a camera and tripod in hand! It was. I have to admit. a blast! Lady luck smiled on us that day! A train happened to be passing by the eroding structure in the middle of our shoot! Whoo Hoo...created a killer background! Not to mention the conductor of the locomotive, seeing us wilting in the heat, through us a bottle of water, which you see me downing in the preview pick! Full gallery available in the MEMBERS area!
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Urban Cow Girl

Last summer when cults swore the world was coming to an end and many believed global warming was going to kill us all during what seemed like the heat wave of the century, I finally grew "vagina lips" to woman up and commit to my first photo shoot. So, like dedicated morons, on possibly the hottest day of the summer of 2007, my photographer and myself met in the deep inner city of the metropolitan in which we reside. Quickly, a photo shoot location was agreed upon and the project commenced. What we thought were the remains of a governmental housing development acted as a sharp contrast to the soft country feel of my cowgirl get-up. Click, Click, Click ....as the camera snapped I became more comfortable and my jitters subsided. All proved carefree until a sharp voice from above us stabbed the blanket of the hot summer air that encompassed us. To make a long story short, my photographer and I were solicited to purchase this boarded up pile of decaying erection...ha ha erection ....anyway I digress...two finder binders happened right in front of our "on-site" shoot, I burned my self on a blue BFI garbage dumpster attempting a creative pose to capture, and a lot of other random crap occurred in a whirlwind of chaos! I must, however, note I find beauty in the most humble, unkempt of conditions....even the remains of what many of us refer to as "the projects". Thanks to the little run down housing complex with its aged character.

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