Jan Works That Feather Boa
The boudoir hairstyle that Jan had for her boudoir shoot
“Last night Sally and I went to the P J Harvey Gig. Having been given the task of going out separately to break our ‘Tour de Force’ persona I thought this may be the last time we would party for a while. So I was ‘up for it’ as they say.
We started off at a great little restaurant that was very French and had a jazz band playing. We both had attended the Matthew Hussey ‘Get the Guy’ seminar and as he suggested we sat side by side looking outwards which gives an air of approachability. We were both unknowingly using ‘The Look’ technique on the cute piano player and surprise, surprise he just could not resist coming over to say hello.
It was definitely a party night so the party continued at PJ’s gig.
We met two cool men Ed and Dave and went back to the bar at their hotel for champagne after the gig. It was so refreshing to meet fun, witty, open, friendly men. ( A big hello to you both it was a pleasure to hang out with you; I hope we meet up again and wasn’t PJ amazing?)
Finally fell into bed about 2am so when I dragged myself out of bed the next day I felt wasted and hung over having had a lot of fun. Hung over was not how I wanted to feel on the day of ‘The Reveal’.
I had planned to have a long soak in the bath, do my hair, nails – the works. You know all those girly things you do for a big night out or date and I did have a hot date with a camera lens so wanted to look my best. I barely managed to wash my hair and grab a latte before I hauled myself off to, not the most exciting place in the world, Whetstone.
I arrived at Cameo and my heart sank when I looked at the place. It looked uninspiring and a bit seedy. I knocked on the door hoping that when I stepped inside the premises it would sunddenly transform. Fortunately it did improve. I was taken to a very nice waiting room and offered a complimentary glass of champagne. A bit early but ‘hair of the dog’ is just what I need. Kill or cure!
All the woman were friendly, warm and really made me feel relaxed although I felt so wasted at that point I didn’t care I just wanted to survive the day. A young woman with her mother entered the room. It was the young woman’s birthday and her mum had booked a surprise shoot for her 21st. They had driven up from Bournemouth that morning. I asked the mother if they had both just had pictures taken. Her mum screwed up her face and shook her head. Intuitively, I felt it was more like her mum living out some fantasy through her young daughter and it would have been more liberating for the mum to have done the shoot herself.
I had gone for the makeover option and fortunately the make-up artist said she could do my hair as well for another £20. Fab! If nothing else she would be able to hide the night before and hopefully create some glamour. For the next hour she started to transform me whilst I vacantly listened to Gill Scot playing in the background.
It was time for the shoot and time to get almost naked. I was led into the room by a woman clad in black from the top of her head to her toes with chains and layers of jewellery. She looked like some kind of Leather Vixen. There was a high table covered in black cloth and that was it. Me, the table, the Vixen, the camara and soft lighting.
Just in case you are wondering I did not go on a crash diet; don’t have one in me. I did wish that I had not eaten that late night cream cheese bagel and had one glass too many. There was no way I could suck in my bloated belly with the way I was feeling; it was all going to have to hang out.
It really was not as bad as I expected. Once you get your kit off and reveal all you just get on with it. The photographer was friendly, very reassuring and very directive. She made it easy. There were also formulaic poses that are designed to make all women look good despite the lumps and bumps. Thank the Goddess!
It went like this… push out those breasts, pop out that bum, arch your back, and look down. I didn’t have to think about looking seductive, sexy and fabulous. The poses and lighting took care of it all – at least I hope they did. She said it would be a work out. It was!
I did feel exposed and vulnerable at times particularly with the ‘up against the wall’ shot. I did briefly think it’s a bit too late to say ‘does my bum look big in this’ as I draped the feather boa across my almost naked backside. When the photographer shouted out “work that boa” I kept wondering just how do you work a feather boa. I think if I had not been so hung over and vacant I would have collapsed on the floor laughing with the many images that then flowed through my mind after that remark.
The shoot is over. I jump into my car and drive down to my brothers to pick up my computer that he has repaired. I arrive with full make-up and curly hair. He looks at me and says “smoldering”. I’ll take that as a compliment.
You don’t get to see the shots for 4 weeks. I have no idea on how they have come out. If I look smoldering and sexy I’ll be happy.
Now it’s a trip to Coco de Mer to explore the ‘erotic me’ and ignite my passions…”
Jan doing one of the smouldering looks when she came back to Sally’s flat (we don’t get to see the results of the shoot for four weeks but you do get the picture …)