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 Boss

kweide — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 16:28:08 +0000

Today was not his day. What a stupid job he has, but on the other hand he was lucky to have this position. It is a secure and fair paid job. So what ? Evening…. ah …. office was nearly closed when he got a call from the secretary of the new devision chief. He has to come up into the office. “Oh no”, he thought. “is this the end of my career ?” Was it because this stupid thing with the copy machine ?” He was full of fear but walked to the secretary. “Go in”, he said, “SHE is already waiting for you !” “She ???? What is going on here?” He knew, there was a new boss but did not know that it was a woman. So he opened the door after knocking and hearing “Come in please and close the door behind you!” He did exactly what she said, took his Basecap off and looked straight to the carpet. “So, it is you!” she said, “look at me, please be so kind !” He did so and was shocked:

Mrs Robinson in front of him. She stood there half sitting on her desk. Her jacket barely closed, delicious gems shining to his eyes. Her heard nothing she said. His heart was too loud in his ears. She smiled and thought “Hey little boy, thats the game it is now. It is my game ! And i promise you it will be my delight to play !” “Mam, ” he said stuttering, his face flushing red… “i if … the copy machine ….. no … it was not my… believe me please …!” The next he heard was his own steps running out of room, smashing the door behind him, hearing her loud laughter.

So what ? Combine two things to achieve expressive portraits: Business outfit and a touch of the special sense……look her facial expression, look her jacket and how she holds her glasses. Having one tip of the temple arm between her lips gives an erotic symbol. Thats how to produce a special look. Boom Boom Boom !”

Olympus E-5 + Zuiko 50-200SWD, F3.2, Iso640, 1/125 second, 70 mm focal length and again one single hot shoe flash bounced to my left side into the window glass…. EASY

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Mrs. Robinson, the Boss is calling …

The Boss