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So, here’s the deal: I spend too much time on the Internet.
I need to get back to my own life, and my own photography, and my own reading and growing and cooking and friends and future plans. Something’s got to give, and I’ve decided that it’s this blog that’s going to suffer the cut.
I’m not sure if I’m taking this site offline, but if I do keep it my posting here is going to become MUCH more sparse. And there’s a chance that it’s going to become nonexistent, in which case, the site will go. I chose to do this because of two things:
- This is by far the most time consuming aspect of my social networking.
- Traditional blogging feels so old fashioned today. The world has moved on, and while I’m sometimes slow to embrace change, I get more joy and satisfaction out of other corners of the web (and the phone) now. The problem is I just want to show you too much, and keeping up with all of it feels more like an annoyance than a reward. Plus, well, most of what I post here is redundant, and I have never liked that. I’m a firm believer that our Instagram and Facebook and Twitter and whatever should offer different content… otherwise, why are we following each other everywhere in the first place?
If you like me, and like what I offer, there are PLENTY of places where you can still find the same stuff I post here. Here’s a rundown:
- http://sbarnesphoto.tumblr.com/: If you like what I do here on this blog, and you want to see my photography along with some other photography that inspires me and some art that inspires me and stories about my photography and photo shoots, follow my primary Tumblr blog.
- http://pinterest.com/sbarnesphoto/: If you like my recipes and travel photos and design and architecture, follow me on Pinterest.
- http://instagram.com/sbarnesphoto: If you like my snapshots and snippets of daily life, follow me on Instagram.
- https://www.facebook.com/sbarnesphotography: If you want to make me happy, become a fan of my photo page on Facebook.
- https://twitter.com/sbarnesphoto: If you like short rants and links, follow me on Twitter.
- http://arcana-indolem.tumblr.com/: If you like porn and dirty photos, including some selfies and stories I’m not sharing elsewhere, check out my private/dirty/sexy Tumblr page.
- https://www.facebook.com/scottbarnesphoto: If you know me in person, send me a Facebook friend request.
- If you want to have sex with me, I’m on Scruff, Grindr, and Growlr.
- http://sbarnesphotography.com/ and http://virimpudicus.com/. And please don’t forget my two photo sites. I’ll be updating them with new photos as they become available.
And I’m always open to receiving email from my friends: email@example.com.
And please, if you find me on any of the above sites, be sure to let me know so I can link back and follow you.
Thank you for all the comments, likes, support, compliments, advice, inspiration, love, and friendship. This was fun while it lasted.
An acquaintance was over having a few drinks a few nights ago and he asked me what percentage of my models are straight. I was prompted to go onto my website and do a quick calculation: about 55% of the men I photograph are straight.
And truth be told, if I had my way, I’d shoot about 75 straight guys for every gay model I work with.
Straight guys who work out and look good enough to pose have a natural ease about themselves. They work hard to look good, and they know they look good, and they want their hard work to be appreciated. They are confident and and they don’t really care who is looking, as long as someone is.
Gay guys, however, can work out 30 hours a week but it’s still never enough to feel sure about themselves. They’re still afraid of being judged, their hyper-sensitive about their weaknesses, and they’re afraid that their friends — and even strangers — are going to either make fun of them or criticize them. And I’ve been around this community long enough to know that sadly, it happens. I’ve witnessed gay men saying and doing things to my models that are appalling.
Plus, there’s the other obvious issue: There is always at least a few minutes of awkwardness between me and a gay model, when he’s wondering if I’m going to hit on him . . . if I’m really interested in getting great images or if I’m just a dirty old troll with a camera.
I know my reputation in my hometown is strong. I’ve made sure it stays that way; the worst thing that could happen to me would be for a model to leave my studio and tell people that I made him uncomfortable or did something inappropriate. So if anything I give gay models a lot more space than I probably need to. But none of this matters when I’m working with a straight model. They know I’m not going to do anything.
Straight guys are also easier to use for nude work. If they’re comfortable enough to pose nude, they have no qualms about it at all. Not so with gay models. Some of them have to build up to it and spend an hour with me before they’ll get undressed. Some of them need to have a drink. Some of them agree to do it, but then the expressions on their faces are horrific, lips pursed and eyes watering and brows sweating, which kind of defeats the whole purpose of the photography.
I guess it makes sense because once we’ve all seen the cock, the mystery is gone, to a big degree. And I hear this a lot from gay models, “You can photograph anything except my dick.” Not so with straight guys, who will just walk into the studio and immediately get naked and just stand there waiting for me to tell them what to do.
You wouldn’t think that would be the way it is, would you?
We were driving home from a cookout on July 4th at my brother’s up near Lake Michigan, and we were on this country highway that I usually don’t take to get home. But it would have been out of the way to get to the Interstate and I didn’t feel like taking the same route that we traveled that morning to get there, and so here we were, in the middle of nowhere on a two-lane highway surrounded by cornfields.
I saw an animal walking up the road in the opposite lane and as we approached, we noticed it was a dog.
Through pure instinct, I stopped the car. The dog had walked past us by now, but it also stopped. It looked over its shoulder at me, turned around and started walking in our direction. I got out of the car and started walking towards the dog. It started running towards me. But when the dog got close to me, she veered to my left and ran right past me, went to my car, and jumped in.
That was a week and a day ago. This photo is from just now.
We gave her a bath when we got her home. The water turned black, she was so dirty. She also had a hideous case of fleas, which has been taken care of. And shots, and a nail trim. I spent the first week calling her Daisy, but that never felt right (especially after I realized that’s the 5th most common name for dogs). She’s now Dixie.
She thinks a lot, you can tell. She’s still not very trusting, of new people and especially of other animals. She’s tolerant of our cats as long as there’s a 3-foot comfort zone — any closer and they get chased away, teeth bared (I think this will be temporary). As for me and my two roommates, she’s eager yet gentle yet leery. But acquaintanceship is turning into friendship a little more every day.
I was the first photographer to work with this guy, before he went to Randy Blue. He was 19.
I ran into him earlier this year while I was traveling. He’s out of the porn industry and not really modeling much anymore at all. He’s grown from sexy boy into SUCH a hot man; it’s almost too bad.
But I’m glad he’s happy.
I have a photo shoot in less than two hours. I haven’t been shooting a whole lot lately (hardly at all, to be honest). I needed to regroup and recharge and refocus a bit. This is one reason that lately, I’ve been posting a lot of other photos on this site. Sometimes, I don’t want to shoot photos, I just want to look at other photos that I enjoy and am inspired by.
Today’s should be a good shoot. The model is one of my favorites, and he’s a good friend. If nothing else, I enjoy hanging out with him. And he has few boundaries, so I can do what I want.
Here’s another story about my photography: For a long time, I was looking for a gloryhole because I wanted to shoot a series of photos that would be kind of like the one below. I never did it. Partially, that was because I never found a good gloryhole — the guys in Indiana who are inclined to have a gloryhole don’t have a REAL gloryhole (men here go the really tacky route and have what I call the “ghetto gloryhole” . . . a sheet in a doorway with a hole cut out of it). Not that I’m an expert on gloryholes — okay, I might have a story or two, but that’s not the stuff I write about on this blog.
Anyway, I also decided that any photos I’d shoot at a gloryhole would look just about like any other photos taken at a gloryhole, including this one. There’s only so much you can do with such a limited setting. The idea is still hot though. It’s erotic and seedy and private and raw and vulnerable all at the same time. And so I like the idea. [Click to enlarge.]
Model and photographer unknown.
. . . and I’ve only spoken with two people all day — one being my roommate/ex-boyfriend, who I convinced to cook Chicken Fricassee with Tarragon for us to have for dinner; and the other being the guy who came over for 20 minutes this afternoon to suck me off.
Why have I been posting so many random photos by other photographers lately? It’s because I’ve kind of put myself in exile. I’ve not been very social. Some might say that I’ve been a bit depressed. But this self-imposed sequestration has been good. It’s not that I’ve wanted it, I have NEEDED a lot more time alone lately. I’ve spent that time looking at beautiful things — models and architecture and interior design and recipes and art and porn and cityscapes and fashion. And movies: I’ve seen a LOT of movies in the last month.
And in that same time, I have only shot 30 minutes worth of photos. But I’m thinking/inspiring myself/organizing my thoughts. And I think I’m going to be shooting some awesome photography in the second half of Summer, 2013.
Now, it’s time to find the right models. In the meantime, this dinner that’s simmering on the stove smells delicious!
Yep, some of these describe me so well that I feel like some stranger has been watching me for a month. (And yeah, I probably date me.)
1. THEY’RE WEIRD: Photographers are artists. And that should be self explanatory. You might find yourself at a restaurant table with a photographer who is looking deep into your eyes. Well, don’t be fooled. He’s probably thinking about your best angle.
3. THEIR FAVORITE DAYS ARE NOT YOURS: Like most people, you probably enjoy a bright, sunny day. Well, photographers enjoy foggy, gloomy mornings that would make most people sad.
6. YOUR VACATION LUGGAGE WILL LOOK LIKE YOU’RE MOVING: That’s because no photographer who respects himself will go on vacations without at least 50lbs of gear.
7. WATCHING MOVIES TOGETHER WILL NOT BE AS EXPECTED: The reason for that is because photographers will constantly criticize choice of color and frame composition in a movie.
11. THEY SPEND TIME WITH COOL PEOPLE: You might be an interesting person with interesting friends, but photographers spend most of their time with models, stylists, designers and other cool people.
14. THEY ARE CONTROL FREAKS: They like to control the position of anything. Whether it’s you or the coffee cup on the table. It has to look good.
16. THEIR COMMUNICATION IS AWKWARD AT THE LEAST: They might not return your phone calls or Facebook messages, but you can be sure that if you check their Instagram account, it will be active on a daily basis.
22. THEY HATE IT WHEN YOUR FRIENDS ASK PHOTOGRAPHY QUESTIONS: One thing photographers hate being asked by newbies, are questions about camera purchases. They get irritated when someone wants a camera “that takes good pictures, but it shouldn’t be anything professional”.
28. THEY STARE AT PEOPLE IN PUBLIC: If you catch your date staring at someone attractive or, just as well someone different, don’t worry, they’re not having any dirty thoughts. They’re probably just imagining the photo they would take of that person. It doesn’t make it any less awkward or embarrassing though.
29. THEY FIND BEAUTY IN THE WEIRDEST PLACES: That includes dirty alleys, places with a lot of poverty or just about any other location normal people would stay away from.
31. THEY WON’T PHOTOGRAPH WHAT YOU ASK THEM: Think having a photographer partner will bring you advantages? Think again. Photographers are very proud and stubborn creatures and they will rarely photograph anything they consider unworthy, unless it’s paid or they like it.
38. YOU’LL TURN INTO A MODEL, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT: It might seem like fun in the beginning, but don’t be fooled. Whenever you’re out for a walk and the light will seem interesting for your date, you’ll have to pose for at least one portrait. And no, the clothes you’ll be wearing won’t matter.
To see the whole list, visit PhotographyTalk.
The Pride Week activities were fun. The parade and festival were the best ever. The Circle looked awesome. And all of Saturday, I only saw two people who were doing something rude/not cool (and if you’re local, you might be really surprised at who they were). But even that helped me formulate this opinion . . .
We’re not perfect. We make mistakes. We don’t always act our best. But despite it all, I am proud to be a part of this community. That’s what yesterday reminded me, and that’s what I am taking away from Indy Pride, 2013.
Literally, the first thing I saw this morning after waking up was a message on Facebook, which informed me that one of my photo subjects from last year died in a gun accident on Monday. What follows are three of my favorite shots from our session.
What’s the saddest for me is that just a few days ago, Griffin and I were talking about having another photo session together. I was excited, Griffin was excited; he even went out and bought his first designer underwear for it. What’s the most eerie for me is that I was thinking about him on Monday. I can’t help but wonder what might have been different if I had called him instead of letting my mind wander to something else.
Here’s a tidbit about Griffin: If you ever attended a gay-rights rally in Indianapolis, you might have noticed a group of straight kids wearing black bandannas with anarchy symbols on them. Griffin belonged to this group and he told me that they attended any gay-rights rally or protest just in case anti-gay counter protesters showed up and things got violent. They were there just in case we needed to be protected. They were our own version of Guardian Angels.
I never lift photos from Facebook, but here are a few from Griffin’s profile page. His smile was so happy and charming, and I wanted to preserve it. Griffin, I hope you’re at peace, young man. You will be missed so much. The world was better with you here.