As a regular contributor to this site’s Shameless section, I always want to make my photos different from everyone else’s. Hence, we take pains in planning my photo sessions-how and where the pics will be taken, what poses to execute, what props to use. The goal is to make the photos perfect. No matter how carefully things are planned though, there will always be sessions with hitches.
A few weeks ago, I posted this photo with one of my blog entries.
As you can see, the photo came out well. The angle of the shot and the strategically positioned laptop covered enough skin to make this photo look sensual and at the same time printable for FHM’s site. It was supposed to be routinary – just another well executed photo session, right? Wrong! A few things happened behind the scenes.
After the shot was taken, my photographer looked at his camera to see how it turned out. As he was previewing the photo, the sound of a dull thud caught his attention. The noise was generated by nothing else but my own butt hitting the floor.
Of course my photographer had to take a picture of the scene first before helping me up.
Embarrassing as it may seem, I guess this is the part where you all want to hear a blow by blow commentary. So here it goes. While my photographer was fiddling with his camera, I decided to relax. I put the computer on my lap and leaned back. But there was one small problem. I did not sit on a chair. I sat on a stool - and stools do not have back rests. I literally got a whack on my butt to remind me of this supposedly obvious fact.
I know what you’re all thinking: a classic case of absentmindedness. But I beg to disagree-I was saving my precious laptop from crashing on the floor. As you can see in the photo, just moments after my nasty fall, I still managed to raise my beloved Mac way up high to shield it from more harm that might come its way.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt a minor ache on both my butt cheeks. As I looked at the mirror, I saw two awful bruises on the exact areas where I landed. Here’s a picture of those bruises.
Horrible, aren’t they? But I’m not the least bit worried. It’s just one of the hazards of the trade. It’s all in a day’s work and nothing a good massage can’t fix.
