Joshua couldn't sleep. It was hot, the windows were open, even the one with no screen and he lay on top of his sheets and comforter. His eyes stared unblinkingly at the jungle of vines that hung down from the red foliage above. At least that's what it looked like from the dim glow from the streetlamp outside the window, but he knew what it really was, a curtain of coiled ribbons streaming down from the tied knots of large 18" red balloons that pressed against the ceiling. His thoughts shimmered back to this afternoon when the new lady from next door appeared at his doorstep.
Walking into the dimly lit club you motion over to your friend to grab a seat right in front of the glass stage. The slight scent of expensive cigars and liquor is in the air as your friend nervously pulls back the two red and black chairs, sitting in the left one and looking all around the room as he adjusts his collar. "Hey Tom, how about that girl on the stage huh?", you call over to him as you slide into the seat on his right. Nudging him in the direction of a rather generously curvy stripper spinning around a pole on the middle of the stage, her huge breasts swaying a
You can always tell when someone's addicted to something. The inability to turn away from it, the willingness to deny necessities for it, even the way people go about acquiring their vice of choice.
Here at Svenson Studios, we are always striving to bring you the highest quality content and as such are often asked how we are able to take some of those seemingly impossible photos we post. Wonder no more! Say hello to Mandy, our art director and chief photographer, on scene and loaded out during a recent photo shoot.
