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Revenge

kweide — Sat, 07 Jul 2012 11:33:07 +0000

Poor guy, he lost his fight. You saw it in the past pictures. But he asked for revenge. And this time it was just a short fight. A quick move, a side step. One scream and his dagger took a deep dive thru his enemies body.

His punch was so powerfull it even lifted his opponents body off the ground. That is revenge !
Again Olympus E-M5, ISO200, f4.5, 1/1000 second, Zuiko 45 mm

capricious

kweide — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 10:00:42 +0000

That´s what girls are. The complete storyboard can change within a second and it is your task to make the best out of it. To show her from her best side. Do not start discussing, you will loose … for sure. In consequence she will raise up, annoyed, leaving the scenery. So what ?? Just accept and do your job. And it is pure excitement being confronted with a new story at all. So be creative, be inspired … :) It is all about fun.

One example here: We planned to do some snaps with Taro cards, pink veils, red fabric on the wooden ground. Everything was fine, when she suddenly started a flirt with the cam !! Should i stop her ?? No…. never….give room for new ideas ! And i had a smile in my face. While acting, she always lost one of her long, metal needles, used to fix her wild hair into position. We took that and created another story around that needle….and while working on the needle theme the Angel of Revenge came to our minds…. Yes that was a successful shooting day.

Yes she knows how to play that roles …And again it was all done with: Olympus E-M5, Zuiko 45mm, f1.8, ISO200, 1/100 second and only one single flash set to 1/32 power…. and a little bit of post processing

An Angel

kweide — Tue, 12 Jun 2012 06:12:15 +0000

Is she an Angel of revenge, of temptation, of sin ??? It is up to you, up to your imagination. Perhaps she is all or perhaps none of it. That´s what it is about: It is all in your head in your imagination. The picture is just to start your thoughts, your visions …

Again the Olympus E-M5, Summilux 25mm, ISO200, 1/250 second @ f1.4

Mrs. Robinson, the Boss is calling …

kweide — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 14:32:11 +0000

Early morning, fresh hot coffee running thru the veins. Eyes still tired, ears somehow deaf. I typical office morning. Mrs. Robinson sitting in the bus, watching nothing, just pointing the infinity, day dreaming. She heard the people whispering: “Looks like she …!”, “It´s she, really …!” Mrs. Robinson did not register what it was all about and when she looked up to the people they sticked their faces deep into their magazins, giggling….. She though “what bloody folks…!”
Reaching her company, she walked as every day fast and firm through the hall, passing the receptionist, wondering what they awere giggling about, looking again into their magazins. “Dumb folk” she thought, entering her office. Sitting at her desk she felt okay. She, the chief of marketing! Suddenly the door opened and in came : “Hi, Mrs. Robinson, i am Jim Hanson, the personal assistant of Jack Emerald!” She was shocked. Jack was the top boss, the owner of the company she was working for. “He asked you to come up to him NOW!”
No further words on the floor, eyes from other offices following her, no words from Jim, none in the elevator. They reached Jacks office and suddenly she was in his office. There she was, totally alone on a very thick carpet. 10 Meters in front of Jack.
“I am so proud, you did it, so proud you work for me, for us, Mrs. Robinson!” She understood nothing. “We got your material for that campain and such pictures were so stunning beautiful, our customer instantly decided to do it. They bought the complete set, Mrs. Robinson and YES from today on for the next 14 days they are in all magazins, Vogue took them too ! We are so proud. I ordered all billboards in the city and they show now your fantastic set!” She was puzzled, she understood nothing. “And this is my personal favorit. I took the wall of the cityhall opposite my office window” He opened the window and that was what she saw:

She was under shock.

How the hell did they get her privat pictures ??? “PALMERS is excited to work further with you. They ordered more material for their “Sexy Lingerie” Campain and they selected YOU as their topmodell. We are so proud, Mrs. Robinson. You did a fantastic job.” Than he opened his desk. “take this check as special bonus and go on this style. I am really happy with that.” Her face was 100% red, her haeartbeat at 585, bloodpressure at top level…. She took the magazine from Jacks desk and another shock,

YES, all her selfmade selfportraits in PALMER lingerie at her home, published. HOW ??? She left his office so fast she could, hearing : “Your silky stockings are fantastic, a wonderful match with your black high heels …!” She felt ashamed. Running home…. what has happend ??
She did not know, that this was the revenge of her neighbour, teaming with the owner of the little photoshop around the corner. They took the pictures and sent them to Jack, titeld them as Mrs. Robinson draft for the Palmer campain :) Sweet revenge…

The keyhole

kweide — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 16:56:34 +0000

Mrs. Robinson, oh Mrs. Robinson, she was always in his mind. Every free minute he thought of her, having her sweet smile, her body in front of his virtual eyes. He took the few pictures of her, he took of her in some abstrus situations, pulled them out of his briefcase, carefully, looking at her and he was so full of joy. But today he was up to another action. Yes, he was 100% sure he will succeed. His plan was simple and he hoped effective as well.
After leaving the bus he walked thru the snow to her house. He saw her terrace window dimmly lit and the door was not transparent. So her walked closer and closer, got more confident. He reached the door, standing a bit at the side of the terrace door he could hear she was in, doing something, but he could not see anything thru the milky glas of the door. But what about the keyhole ??? He grinned ! “Yes oh boy”, he thought. He bowed down and placed his eye just behind the keyhole and than pressed his eye against it. “Oh my God” he thought….

He saw her moving around, barely clothed, so close to him. He took out his mini-spy cam and took a shot thru the keyhole. Again he pressed his eye against the keyhole. She was just moving thru the room, walking elegant, bowing and strechting and suddenly….

She stretched herself onto a dark fur on the ground. Again he shot thru the keyhole with his mini-spy-cam. Pressing his eye against the keyhole to see more. And she gave him more. She opened her big eyes and slowly, very slowly lifted her head turned towards him, showing one finger going up.

I see YOU ! The motion sensors on my terrace told me !!!
Damned, she got him again. He jumped up, running fast, faster, the fastest. So fast the snow allowed him to run. When he reached the preferred foto shop to get the film developed, he did not know, that the owner of the shop was a good old friend of Mrs. Robinson. He took the film and said: “Yes, sir, they are ready in an hour!” She advised him to produce BLACK frames and he would never say NO to his old schoolyard love.

“Sir, what happened to your right eye ?” he asked our little friend. He looked into the mirror and saw it totally black. “Uh, i think it was the bloody torch” he answered trying to rub off the dirt but failed. “For my eyes it looks more like Tattoo Ink, that will stay for some days or your can try a lemon …” the shop owner smiled, knowing about the sweet revenge… Mrs. Robinson, yes she is a hellion, but a sweet one….

Help needed

kweide — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 14:06:54 +0000

He woke up in the early morning. A strange noise was the reason. It was dark outside and he could hear this noise again. Bang Bang. Someone was knocking at his door. His bedroom was upstairs and he decided to NOT go down but to look out of his window first to see who was so bold to nearly crash his door. So he opend the little bedroom window and what did he see ? Oh what a sweet surpise what his eyes could see. It was SHE, Mrs. Robinson stood in front of his door, looking up to him, so sweet. And his ears could hear:

“Hey Sir, my car crashed down, i think it is the battery. It did not start, this fxxxxxx thing. Can you help ?? Would you be so kind to help me, i have to reach my office in time !” His throat went dry, his heart went up to 300 beats and he said: “Yes Mam, for sure, just wait a second !” Her ran down opened the door stepped thru and stood where she stood just a second ago. But she was away, vansihed …. Suddenly he heard a klicking noise behind him. Oh no, the door was closed automatically and he forgot to take the keys with him. And now he recognized that is was cold, about 0°C and he has nothing on but a pyjama, thin slippers and the first snow started falling on him …. He was so angry about himself, registering now that Mrs. Robinson never had a car. She always used the bus !!! What a silly fool he was. Now it was up to him to break his front door :)

Sweet revenge….

Details: Olympus E-5, Summilux 25 mm, F1.4, 1/60 second, ISO200 and again the famous single hotshoe flash bounced slightly behind and over my left shoulder into a white reflector.