So, I got my sneak peek today.
I am posting these photos, and the disclaimer is, they do not belong to me, I did not take them, they are the brain child of my fucking fantastic, amazing wedding photographer, Ryan, with Elevate Photography. He didn't watermark all of them, though I wish he had. Some part of me feels like I'm stealing.
These are my favorites.
You may recognize the creepy fucking doll. Ryan went for full view, I went for a close-up. Derek and I at the top of the stairs was taken in one of the abandoned houses in the complex. Ryan asked me what would happen if I get as close to the stairs as my shoes would allow...I told him I would fall. I nearly did. So we backed up a bit. When Ryan told Derek to channel James Dean, I told him to look deader. It only made me laugh.
I had no idea Ryan was taking this photo, actually. We were heading toward a place, and since we hadn't arrived there yet, I figured Ryan wasn't snapping away. Damn foolish of me, as I am always snapping away, and I should have figured he was, too. Derek was, at this moment, telling me that when we got home, he was going to smash all of the chicken wings around our firepit.
The dirty couch portrait was my idea. Getting onto it was a huge pain in the ass, but very much worth it, as I believe it's my second favorite photo that I've been allowed to see so far.
These are obviously the promo shots from my new crime drama, BITCH COP, in which Derek is a hardened Chicago PD detective that has to learn to cope with me, his new partner, and all of the bad assitude I brought with me from the streets of Miami. I don't take no for an answer, and Derek isn't used to not being the only shining light in a dirty city. WILL THEY SURVIVE? Tune in, Fox Weeknights. Same BITCH COP time, same BITCH COP place.
This is actually my favorite shot so far, I believe. If you can see the motion blur on my feet, I was about to fall backwards, because I'm always doing everything gracefully and grandly. But it was Derek's fault. Neither of us cared.
It's going to be a few weeks before I get to see the rest of them, and I am so excited (even though I look like a land whale of some fancy variety. I really should have worn a different fucking dress. Fuck. I fucked u p) about it.
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