"Take off your clothes," he said.

So I did. We all did.

He wasn't the kind of man to whom women said no easily.

For one thing, he had the patience of a seasoned photojournalist. If he wanted your picture, he was going to get it.  Even if he had to drive through a hail of bullets. Or maybe just wait until the bottle of Cote du Rhone was down to the last couple of inches.

He had photographed hurricanes, sharks, riots and lesbian flame throwers without a flinch.

He was not going to be intimidated by a group of middle-aged suburban mommies. Even if we did amuse ourselves during playgroup gatherings by brainstorming our spouses' murders.  Nobody took it seriously.  Anything that happened after that was purely accidental.

Needless to say, his patience outlasted our resistance to his artistic vision. It always did. That is how we were able to add "muse" to our resumes.  And though none of us will ever be able to work for the Disney Corporation or run for public office, it was an experience that honestly, we do not regret one bit. 

And not just because his latest project is not "Playgroup Mommies." 

It's "Fashion."  And if this book does not end up on your coffee table this Christmas, I don't know what you are saving your coffee table for.

Photo: © 2007 Rick McCawley Images

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Comments

[Whit]

Nice! I love naked suburbanites!