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うしじまいい肉 1129 Iiniku Ushijima “Good Meat”

That's, what, four handles? That's rather amazing.

Ah, ero-cosplay. Virgin territory for us here, mostly for the fact that I hate cosplay and the culture that surrounds and creates it.

Alright, right off the bat, her expression drives me crazy. It's this kind of vacant pout that's utterly typical of Japanese photography of women. Having attempted on any number of occasions to take pictures of pretty girls looking pretty, I know that it's not easy giving direction to elicit a response that will translate well on film. (It's also not easy getting over a personal, moral distaste of industry-influenced approved body types with the challenges of accepting what, simply, looks good in the pictures at the end of the day.) That's why photographers like working with professionals; they're arriving with an assortment of pre-designed "expressions" that they're going to cycle through on a variety of poses. Personally, I like the rapid-fire shutter approach, combined with some degree of spontaneity in eliciting genuine, human expressions, and topped off with a discerning eye in editing. But that's probably because I'm a big non-professional model fan. Anyway....

So yeah. My long-winded way of saying, "Um... yeah, that's good. Yeah. But can you... like... (fuck)... like... do something? Smile?"

Taking someone's picture isn't as easy as you'd think. (And revealing something personal and true and casual to a lens isn't easy either.)

I have more that I wrote about these, but really, they speak for themselves. As someone who doesn't look at this stuff regularly (although, obviously, I look at not dissimilar material often enough to have developed a continued fascination with it that hopefully isn't driving my few remaining readers crazy), I can only look at it as a body of work and marvel that, in the same way that American pornographic material is shaped by a combination of personal, creative decisions and fluctuations of market-driven statistics, this is, somewhere, to some people, what it's all about.

Hmm. Do I just suck at talking about art? Or do you guys even consider this even remotely related to that?