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Finally back home from the convention and I've brought back a bunch of fun memories:

A couple of real finds this year -- worked with Christina Carter for the first time.  While she doesn't have any experience in the fem-fight world, she's a classic beauty who performed great in her shoot.  A major find in Savannah Costello.  Again no experience but some natural talent combined with delicate beauty and a fun personality.  I look forward to working with both girls many more times.

Also worked with some of my favs -- the sultry and very sexy Slyyy, wholesomely beautiful Kordelia, and human dynamo Alex del Monacco.  So much fun to work and play with these girls.

Got to meet Diana Knight, who is much more slender and petite in person than she appears on video or in still photos.  May have convinced her to come over to the dark side, hehe.  Shamelessly threw myself at Jewell Marceau, who manages to pour herself into the tiniest of corsets -- I lose my breath just imagining how that's done.  Of course, Stacy Burke and other fun folks.

A few good chuckles as well -- the look on the room service guy's face when he brought my dinner  tray up and nearly dropped it on the floor when he saw how I'd dismantled the room for the shoots.  And I'm like "Dude, seriously, this can't be even close to the weirdest thing you've run across this week!"  Got to use one of my favorite lines when someone called me Mister Chin.  "It's Doctor Chin.  I didn't go through six years of evil medical school to be called Mister Chin, thank you very much!"  My two favorite compliments of the convention -- from one model's manager to another's manager "This guy only works with the most beautiful girls, man, you definitely want to be hooking up with him."  And from one of the models I worked with, "Oh don't worry, you're like the least creepy guy here, really!"  "Ummm, okay.  I'm going to take that as a compliment."  Which she assured me it was.  Take 'em where I can get 'em I guess.  And of course, the bizarre variety of sounds eminating from behind closed doors as I went to the ice machine each night.  They could have put chairs in the hall and sold tickets just for that.  And it was 24 hours a day, man.  These fetish types go all day and all night.  They party hearty, Marty.  But I hung in there with them.

Any downers?  Of course, nothing is perfekt -- a model who seemed so unmotivated and lethargic, I was tempted to lean over and use another favorite line, "You volunteered for this, didn't you?! I'm paying you, aren't I?!"  Jeez! The other model actually apologized several times over the next few days since she had recommended the other girl.  The weird ticket for drinks thing at the after hours events.  It was like grade school with milk tickets (how old am I?).  Want a beer?  Go out in the hallway and get some tickets then come back.  What is this, the county fair?  Church social? I felt bad for the bartenders, had to be cutting into their tips.  Went to the same guy every night, so I could drop some cash on him when I left.

Look for some samples on my Yahoo group, which has been mysteriously moved to the adult area (I blame Dio or one of his minions), in the coming days along with more explicit images on the main website.

All in glorious black & white, of course!

Boo, fixators of multi-colour images! Hooray, monochrome dynasty!