I’m shocked someone hasn’t pulled this guy out of his truck yet.

Back on September 8th I wrote a blog about photographers I had encountered. I suppose in many ways this blog will rehash or almost say the same shit over, but it needs to be said again.

Why don’t I have a Model Mayhem account? Well, put simply? Too much drama.

There are some professionals on the website and those people are great. There are some professional photographers, models, make up people and others that have my respect to the fullest extent possible. It’s supposed to be a place where models and photographers can find common ground, get organized etc. Sounds simple right?

Instead what ends up happening is something like this…

Photographer with limited portfolio or flat out not very good (perhaps he just started to be fair) will message the hottest models he can find.

Most will ignore him because they feel he simply isn’t good enough to capture them the way they wish to be shot.

I myself think this is fair, we all are allowed to have demands when it’s our image, right?

Then the models sweet enough to respond, saying no thanks for whatever reason, get shit on.

Joe Blow photographer comes unglued and starts insulting the model or her previous work.

This somehow makes sense to this cluster fuck? wow.

Photographer guy – listen up.

If you are starting out, shoot EVERYTHING you can, you’ll gain experience and comfort behind the lens in real world situations. This will show in your portfolio and it will land you opportunities.

If you’re experienced and you’ve been doing it for a long time, learn the following – if someone says they don’t want to work with you, be polite and gracious. Maybe next time sort of thing. Where the fuck in your world does it make sense to shit on a model? These ladies talk to one another. They also may need someone down the road and maybe if you were extra nice, you’ll be the guy that surpasses the assholes that shit on her when she said no in the first place.

Common sense is calling. Answer the fucking phone already.

Seriously. This shit drives me batshit crazy.

I hear stories from many girls I know in and from MM and it’s always this exact same story.

A model bruises your gentle man ego and you go apeshit.

Welcome to being every other dumb ass out there with a camera that THINKS he’s a photographer.

In my opinion, being a photographer isn’t just about what you shoot, who you shoot, how you shoot. It’s about your bedside manor (so to speak). How to interact with the people you work with. How you pay it forward.

We’re all students of life, regardless of our trade. Be it a model, a photographer, a make up tech. Nobody is below you and nobody is above you, we’re all the same.

When you shit on someone, THAT WILL COME AROUND. <– read this again, twice.

So if you chose to use MM, do so knowing the “competition” in there isn’t really competition because most of the photographers in there have egos the size of football fields.

They use Photoshop with actions or filters to manipulate the image and they think this makes them awesome because a bunch of people that don’t know about actions or filters told them they have made talent.

No Skippy, you don’t.

You aimed a camera, you clicked. You imported into Lightroom, played with levels, exported over to Photoshop, added filters or actions. Bam. End product and no, you didn’t shoot it that way. You created it and props to you for having the ability/talent in that lightroom/photoshop arena but note.. this does not make you a kick ass photographer. It makes you someone talented in after effects, perhaps but if your attitude is pure shit.. what good are you? Who will work with you once they hear you suck? Bad mouthing models will burn your bridges pretty fast.

I don’t have a MM account because I don’t want to deal with whiney little bitches that shoot down every photo THEY didn’t take.

Oh, that needs work.

Oh, that is bad composition.

Oh, can I haz sex with you?

To the pros in MM, I salute you. I salute you for having the wherewithal to put up with the guys that bought a camera to see naked boobies and now they figure they’re professional photographers because they found someone to pose for some photos and they created a MM account. I salute the hell out of you pros.

I have met more then my share of these guys. It’s scary. Being humble is where it’s at, but maybe 1 in 5 is this way. the other 4 in 5… pfffftt.. I could have done better type attitude.

Myself? I’m a rookie as far as I am concerned. Yes, a rookie. I’ve been shooting 16 years and I’ve been lucky enough to shoot over 300 ladies and I consider myself a rookie.

Yes, I have a degree in photography but it’s from a long ass time ago. I learn something new every time I shoot Bryci or one of the ladies. Somedays I am proud of the work we accomplish. Other times, FML. Do over please? I see things I did wrong, things I could have done better. We’re all students. There are many shoots live in the Bella network I fucking hate that i wish I could have again. I can blame this or that but when you’re the photographer, you have to accept responsibility. The buck stops with you. I often have felt like I let B down when a set doesn’t go the way I wanted it to. It sucks when i had that feeling. I have been fortunate to not have had it for some time, but at the same time.. it might be lurking right round the corner, with our next shoot. Fuck I hope not.

Earlier today I had someone tell me that they feel honored that I help them with their photos. I was like.. honored? Fuck me, why? I’m just a guy like you. Not above you, not below you. Beside you. We’re all students, hopefully learning from one another.

If you’re a photog in MM and you’re reading this, please, for fuck’s sake, be nice if someone says no thanks to you. Common sense.

You will find it goes a LOT further.

Don’t email a photographer talking shit, it doesn’t make you better.

What it makes you, is a shitty human being.

I am going to sound angry in this post. I can assure you I am not. Frustrated at the topic? Sure. It’s frustrating but it is what it is. Ranting about it won’t change shit. My hope is that maybe you yourself know someone in the biz and you look at them a certain way and maybe, just maybe this blog will help you to pull your large cylindrical head out of your ass.

aaaand here we go.

When I run into old friends from high school, I have to change what it is I do, when asked the age old… so what do you do? The odd time I was up front and honest because I figured… well hey, I know this guy well, been friends for years… instantly it’s as if I developed a viral disease or something. Talk to me much longer, you might catch it! Be acquainted with me? Hell no. I was never friends with that guy, I had a math class with him once.

Maybe this is why I hate facebook so much. Keeping up with the Jones’ digitally. Gossip here, status update there. Gossip here and there. bleh. pass. I’m good. Fuck off. Thanks.

People are funny about their porn. They all love it, when they are in control of it and it’s behind closed doors or in the safety of their terms. Yet tell someone you work in porn and suddenly I’m somehow less then they are. I’m a low life in their eyes. I’m a smut peddler for crying out loud. Ruuuuuun Forrest, Ruuuuun!

Yet, they crave what I provide. umm.. what?

I am sure I sound jaded and someone bitter, and perhaps you’re right, I am. I have been shunned by those I trusted in the past because of what I do. So what is it I do exactly? If I was working in the San Fernando Valley in California, aka Porn Valley, then I would understand. If I ran a studio where girls came and went, fucking and sucking daily… fine, I’m one of those smut peddlers.

I’m not though. I photograph women that consent to be photographed. I build websites from said photos and videos. I supply beauty to those that request it. Am I really in the same conversation as the guy that just ass fucked an 18 year old for $300 so he can sell that clip to 500 websites as anal content?

For many, yes. Yes I am the same guy. I’m apparently no better then this guy, yet when they want their fix… who do they call? Well, they don’t call me but they visit my websites. So I’m good enough at 2:00am, gotcha.

As such I don’t tell people what I do. Why should I? Would you? Would you openly admit what you do if you were me? Knowing ahead of time there is a better then good chance the person you’re speaking to is going to look down their nose at you? Nobody has had the balls to say this sort of thing to my face, but this doesn’t mean it isn’t spoken of. I have been in bars in Calgary where I used to live, hanging with the guys and I’d have a guy walk up to me and be all…HOLY SHIT MAN! You’re that porn guy! I have heard about you! I’m standing there, dumbfounded… not really knowing what the fuck I just heard, if I heard him correctly or more importantly, how to respond.

That porn guy.

I’m a photographer and a website developer, but in the simplest of terms, I’m that porn guy.

In talking to a friend tonight, she had mentioned that even though she is not in the biz anymore, she still gets people asking them about it. People are curious little monkeys, if it’s on their terms. When you come to them though with an answer to their mighty “what do you do for a living” question and the answer is, I work in adult entertainment…

Well holy fuck, strap on the asshole vest, nobody is talking to you ever again.

Well, not to you. They’re going to talk about you behind your backs though. Count on that. I am not so sure that people mean harm when they discuss me or what I do behind my back. It very well might just be they’re talking about me as… whoa, get this shit… (as in, more interesting than.. I picked the kids up from school, Jordan has a cold, Michael was late for piano recital again etc). people want an escape from their boring lives and if you know someone that works in porn, you just gave them the Willy Wonka ticket out of boredom. These motherfuckers now have water cooler conversation for the next few days at least.

You’re welcome.

Sigh.

I’m not a hater, but I am not a fan of being hated on. Who is? When asked now what I do, I tend to implement a little trick I learned from the closest of close friends. Flip it. Quick simple boring answer, followed by a question about THEM.

I work with databases. What do you do? Still only have one child?

People love to talk about themselves.

It sucks that I can’t be honest about what I do. It’s part of the game though, we work in this industry so we have to deal with the stigma that surrounds it. I love what I do though. I get to be me, not work for someone else, set my own rules. Yes, I tend to work a lot more and sure, at times it’s challenging or stressful but what job isn’t?

I’ll tell you I work with databases so you can talk about your kids, sound good?

I’m not a religious person. I try and live by the ‘to each his/her own’ mindset though. I may not agree with your beliefs, but they may be right for all I know.

That said, some religious people are fucking lunatics.

There, I said it. To each their own but when you try and force feed your religion to me, you’d best be prepared to go toe to toe with me on some q and a. I have shot down pastors, missionaries and priests with little more then a handful of questions. It’s easy as pie, because the answer they always turn to is a cop out…“Faith”.

If they can’t answer your question (which usually they can’t) they reply that you need faith. I’d reply they need a better defense then something a six year old retarded kid could dissect. Faith? Really? This is probably a topic for another blog and again, I mean no disrespect. Not trying to piss on your God but again.. some of you, are fucking nuts.

The letter above was left on a guy’s car after he stopped going to church for a couple months.

Apparently Jesus has a time schedule and well, you’re on his clock, beayatch.

One of the biggest reasons I personally have issues. Most if not all religions want us to think we’re alone in life. We’re the only life in the Universe. We’re it. All those hundreds of billions of stars, millions of galaxies etc… yeah, all empty. Neat hey? un huh. Riiight. Oh wait, we can’t prove it so it’s true. I remember now. Also, Dinosaurs.

So we’re alone? You sure?

We are but a small fish in a very. very big sea.

ps.. the earth isn’t flat either.

What the fuck is wrong with people? This somehow makes sense? I know we’re all the same more or less but it’s small things like this that make me question humanity. It’s like when you’re a kid and you ask a really good question that you parents don’t know the answer to. You’re told something like, never-mind and you accept that answer because you trust your parents.

Those kids were trained to accept what they’re told as being true. If someone in ‘authority’ says it, it must be true. It must be alright. Don’t question what you’re told.

pfffft.

We’ve become a world largely populated with sheep that don’t ask questions. Doesn’t this scare the bejesus out of you? If not, WHY NOT? What do you know that I don’t? Let me in your secret. Was it because I didn’t drink the magic facebook punch everyone else seems to love and enjoy so much?

SNAFU – Situation normal, all fucked up.

She’s right, as much as I hate to admit it. I’m doing twenty jobs at once it feels like. When I am not helping this person with that, I’m helping that person with this. Then I get 5 IM’s inside 2 minutes. Super, more people. Nobody means harm of course, I’m a webbie. I’m the go to guy when shit no worky worky. I’m not bitching, although this blog might paint a different picture. I’m merely venting on how life is, at times, a good deal faster then I’d prefer.

Normally, it wouldn’t be. Normally, I have shit under control and then some. Those that know me would tell you, I’ve got my shit together usually. Thing is, in September, we took a week long trip at the start of the month. So that leaves three weeks in the month left over right? Okay.. stay with me, I’m painting a picture of crazy. So this brings us to week two.. we liked where we were, so we decided.. fuck it, let’s move. We came home, and inside 5 days we had a moving truck booked, boxes packed. Two days later, we’re loading, driving, unpacking. Before the third week started, we had up-rooted life and moved several hours away. In one day, drive 3/4 of the day, then unpack a full truck.

Yes, it was a treat and yes, I was sore of awhile. Thanks for asking.

So now.. we’re into October and we’re slowly starting to get situated. We have to learn everything over being that this is a new city, new home, new everything. Trust me when I say, it’s not as easy as it might sound in your head when you tell yourself… pffft, I could do that. Try getting a fork from the kitchen. i dare you. Pick the right drawer… you have a 1 in 4 chance. You’d think you’d remember but no, that’d be far too easy. heh

So here we are, figuring out life, getting caught up. Doing the do. yo, doing the do.

So as I sit here, the day is behind me. It’s almost 6, I have a beer on my desk and life… well, life is good. Better. LIFE IS BETTER.

Tomorrow will be busy, I am getting up early. I have an errand to run for Bryci that will keep me in her good books for at least the weekend.

So I hope your life is going great, thanks for reading the vent-fest that was my day/week/month. If you’re currently waiting on something from me, thank you for your patience. If you haz no patience, kiss my fucking balls. Seriously.

I will leave you with what I am making for dinner shortly.

Carnitas.

chea chea chea cheeeeeaaaaaaaaaa

It’s been twisted into believe have of what you see and none of what you hear, but the actual quote is above.

What does this mean? It means just because you read something online, it doesn’t make it true. If what you’re reading is about a model, and you’re reading it in a forum or message board, you’re reading opinion, not fact.

The other day, I can’t remember what I was looking for but I came across a little story about ex Bella model Ava Dawn. I had to laugh at the complete ignorance of the poster. The question was asked, what happened to her? (Why did she stop modeling with Bella etc)

Now, if you ask Ava, you’d get the right answer. If you ask me you’d get the right answer. See, we know the right answer being that we’re both involved in the equation. This sort of falls into a common sense area… if I want to know why someone doesn’t work somewhere anymore, I can ask them, I can ask the company, but asking a guy on the corner that sells oranges… well, I might not get the right answer.

So anyway…

The real reason – Ava was a paid model. We paid her for her time, we took photos/videos etc and when done, we offered her a full time percentage based partnership like most models do online. She is an incredibly busy lady, and it wasn’t going to work with her schedule so it wasn’t to be. We didn’t have some falling out, we’re still friends, we still chat from time to time.

The forum reason – She quit after her parents found out she was in Playboy, she moved to Europe and is now an escort.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Get the fuck out of here. Seriously.

This is not what happened. Ava is not an escort nor has ever been an escort. She’s a classy lady, not someone who sells themselves to anyone with cash. Not trying to shit on escorts, but clearly, there is a difference between a model and an escort.

The guy that posted though, came off as if he knew what went on. Others believed him too. What a bunch of complete retards. Now you’re getting my rule of thumb posting.

Just because you read something, sure as shit doesn’t make it true. Don’t buy into the drama, the bullshit, the flat out lies.

In short, don’t be a chode. Use your melon for more then holding a hat.

Remember when you were in school, how there were cliques? There were groups of people that dressed the same, ate in the same area of the cafeteria or courtyard. They were cool in their books and if you weren’t one of them, you were the oddball. In school kids were often stereotyped as if they were from the movie The Breakfast Club. A brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal.

Today I met with someone that works for a rather conservative firm. I was interviewing firms to handle our finances. What I got though, was judgement. I don’t have many tattoos, but what I do for a living, coupled with how I look… shaved head, ink on arms.. 6’ 190 lbs..

sigh.

Apparently I don’t off as soft and cuddly. I’m clearly not the guy that will friend you on facebook or for that matter, give a rat’s ass about facebook in the first place. I don’t need your social acceptance badge, and I didn’t ask for it. No, I was asking if you could do your job. Can you do this?

So after 30 minutes of hearing about how drug dealers will launder money and how prostitutes need to pay taxes too. I started to think…

/self, is this uptight straight laced ass muncher really the person you want representing your finances?

It was eye opening to say the least.

I’m not an idiot. I get that I work in the adult industry and many in our society are sheep, doing what is safe, doing what is accepted. Each looking for approval because they have a good job or married a good person etc. if you can’t brag about it on facebook, what good is it?

I’m not one of these people though. I wasn’t asking for special treatment, I was asking if you can do your job without you thinking you know me or anything about me. You tell me how drug dealers launder their money so it’s legal, I understand this, but I’m not a drug dealer, I’m a photographer with years of receipts and bank statements to back it up. I get you have to cover your firm’s reputation but come on. Do you really think opening the conversation about things that any normal intelligent person would be offended by was your best approach?

Here’s how it works if I am hiring you as my accountant. I bring you receipts, you file my paperwork. I pay the bill. We’re done.

What part did I lose you on? I’m not going to your company picnic and I won’t see you in church. You will see me once a year, and I’m paying you for that. Instead, I get you talking down to me because I don’t fit into your social acceptance bubble. Nice. Very professional and oh snap, let’s do brunch. Fuck that. Fuck everything about that. I hated people like you in school, and good to know that even though it’s been many years since school, the cliques very much still thrive.

Ah yes kiddies, it’s great fun being self employed and doing what I do. On the side though, you have to lie to everyone about what it is you do so they can feel safe in their beds at night.

Yes dear, today I met a real life photographer of nude models!

NO! Really?

Yes, really. I barely got out alive.

Suffice to say, gonads. No, you won’t be getting our business. Ass clown.

I love my job and I don’t see it changing, but yes, from time to time you get to deal with clowns that make you feel unsavory. What’s fucked is many of these idiots will later sign up to adult websites but hey, in the office… I don’t know you, you’re a bad, bad man. At home, WHAT IS UP JDOT! U DA MAN!

Fucking neo maxi zoom dweebie (Thanks John Hughes, RIP).

Whatever, it’s over. Neeeeeext!

Upside to today?

Well, that meeting is over. Fuck YES!

Secondly, this arrived in the mail… like the others before it, it goes to the vault for thy unborn child.

Have a great Monday everyone.

Working with beautiful women puts me in an interesting position to see and hear what they deal with on a daily basis. Of course, just because one female deals with something, doesn’t mean they all do. It’s kind of fucked up. Many guys out there create this fantasy in their head that they know the model personally because they chatted with her once or twice online, or emailed her something or bought something off her wish list for her.

Let me be clear here for those that are unsure of where the line is drawn. If you know a model in real life, you know the reality, you can tell the difference between online and offline. If you truly know her in real life, you should have known her before she became a model. You should know people together outside of the internet. Make sense?

Just because you’ve bought a girl one item, ten items, twenty items, doesn’t make you best friends. It makes you an incredibly generous fan and she probably appreciates you greatly, but that does not give you the right to invade her personal space. It does not give you the right to assume you’re now friends and you can ask her about her personal life and actually expect a response.

Some models are open books. What you see is what you get and they love interaction with their fans, they make the fan believe that he/she is a real friend and someday they might hang out. Whether this happens or not, who knows. Other models are more private with their lives, and that should be respected.

What brought this post on?

Well, to be blunt.. Bryci and I moved recently. We had stalkers in Alberta, people that actually would write and comment on seeing us at the mall and shit like this. They would tell us that they “knew us in real life” when they didn’t have a fucking clue who we are, what we’re about etc. They saw us shopping, so now in their twisted head, we’re friends? Are you fucking HIGH? Come on man, you’re an adult, use your head for fuck’s sake.

So we relocate and I shit you not, we’re not here a week and we have people stalking us again.

That’s fucked up.

If you’re a guy, and you’ve seen nude photos of a model, this does not make you friends. She isn’t going to want to hang out with you, she sure as fuck isn’t going to want to fuck you. Relationships aren’t that complicated, if you talked to real people off the net, you’d understand how they work. A normal well adjusted person would never in a million years fire off an email to a model, saying you, we live in the same town, let’s meet up. That’s just stupid. They’d know better, they’d assume they’ll get ignored and they would. Just as if you walked up to a beautiful women in a shopping mall or bar and said hey, you’re hot, let’s go fuck. She’d walk away, shaking her head, but not before calling you a loser or better yet, beating the shit out of you. You expect because a model is small, she can’t throw down.. but some of the se girls *may* be black belts. Feel like insulting her yet? Good luck with that one, sport.

To email someone and say hey, you live here etc, I know you etc. That’s just straight up psycho.

I think 99 out of 100 people get it. We know this is fun. We see beautiful women, we admire them and respect them. We drool over some and maybe even whack to others (no, we’d never do that, sheesh). It’s that one in one hundred that has no perception of reality.

I knew of one model who is still active, one of the better known/famous models out there. Poor lady had had a guy show up at her work. Fucker drove several state lines. I can’t imagine the WTF thought she had in her head when this loser showed up.

One of the girls I used to work with, a long time back (10+ years ago), had a guy email saying he was going to crawl into her bedroom window with a steak knife… and we’ll edit the rest. Suffice to say, some losers are out there. Some very, very fucked up people. I had to get the cops involved with this guy, we did, he was arrested. My job is to keep these ladies safe as possible, so if you cross the line, yeah, I’ll smile as I do what I do.

If Bryci and I are out and you see us, that’s cool. Don’t expect us to go for drinks, have lunch or invite you into our life. Don’t ask us where we live for fuck’s sake, use your head. If you come up and say hi, great, we love the fans but seriously, please don’t cross that creep line.

Happy Friday, fuckers. Show the ladies some respect, please and thank you.

I’ll copy/paste it here so Google can grab it. Hopefully it helps someone, somewhere.

hi this is peter

DO U KNOW A GIRL CALLED AYESSA DIXON SHE CLAIMS TO BE BYRCI MODELSHE SAIDS JAMES AND THE BYRYI MODEL IS NOT GIRLFREIND AND BOYFRIEND ANYMORE?ARE U LYING TO ME.i dont remember the site i meet the fake bryci but the name is AMADOR CASIO JRi sent to him this fake bryci named ayessa dixon claims this AMADOR CASIO JR IS HER MAKE UP ARTISTI SENT MONEY TO AMDOR CASIO JR IN THE PHILIPPINES VIA WESTERN UNION sorry i am just angry here cause she faker is bulling me on my yahoosorrypeter—————————
Peter,
I do not know AYESSA DIXON but I can tell you this, she is not Bryci and has never been Bryci. AYESSA DIXON is clearly a faker. Bryci and I are very much still together, 5+ years. No, I’m not lying to you, what would I gain? Feel free to join http://bryci.com and chat with Bryci live on webcam during her weekly shows if you like.
You sent money to AMADOR CASIO JR, some ass clown claiming to be Bryci’s make up artist? Wow. Dude. You’re incredibly gullible. You almost deserve to lose your money at this point. I’m not sure how old you are, but you seem to be new to the internet. Sorry if that sounds shitty, but come on man… someone tells you anything and you believe it? Ouch.
You sent money to the the Philippines? Why exactly? Oh wait, let me guess, you were lied to and told this is where Bryci lives. She clearly looks asian. I understand the confusion.
You sent money via Western Union to some foreign country, to a foreign name, something not sounding like James or Bryci. Yes, this makes perfect sense.
WTF WTF WTF WTF
BRYCI IS CANADIAN. SHE LIVES IN CANADA.
Can anyone explain to me why people are so fucking stupid online?
I’m blown away that people send money to anyone online via anything.
Alright, rant over.
Peter, feel free to email me if you need proof – james@bryci.com