A Girl...

Stu-stu-studio

That sneaky minx Mrs. Flinger nominated me in the Blogger's Choice Awards for "Best Photography Blog" (ha!) and "Best Blog of All Time" (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ow). Mrs. Flinger is sweet, but I suspect she is also on the smack.

Since this is the first time I've been nominated for one of these interweb dealy-doos, I might as well cordially invite you all to choo-choo-choose me, even though PSHAW! AS IF! Consider your vote for me a rebellion against the confines of rationality and/or a mighty scoff in the face of existentialist despair. I should make that my official motto--AGirlandaBoy.com: Making Life Worth Living. Clicky-click below to vote. (You have to register. Bleh.)

Now that I have a rep to protect, I thought I'd better flex some of the muscles that got me here in the first place, so last night I spent some quality time in the studio like a true professional. I handpicked a pristine sample of produce from my backyard organic garden and then gingerly carried it on a pillow sewn with gold thread into the studio loft where I keep my many thousands of dollars worth of sophisticated photography equipment. I took a few straightforward portraits...

...and a few ambiant, pouty boudoir shots. Work it, girls!

Of course, this is all a huge lie. The tomatoes came from Trader Joe's, oddly packaged in a plastic bag, and the "studio" was set up in the bedroom. On the bed, to be exact.

(Those are our "manly" sheets, selected to keep me company while Simon's away because they're flannel (warm, like him) and plaid (lumberjack chic, like him). He also happened to be wearing cologne the one night he slept on them before he left, so now they even smell like him. I will not deny that I have turned his pillow longwise and humped on it a bit.)

The do-it-yourself lightbox design came from Strobist, and it was so easy it seriously took me about half and hour to put together. Well, half an hour and nine months, since I started gathering the materials last summer, having only recently found the perfect box--a champagne case.

I only used a couple of still-life subjects this time around because the process was so easy and so satisfying that I knew if I let myself get too involved, I'd be up all night posing every trinket and tchotchke and bottle of fingernail polish in the house, and that's no way to win "Best Blog of All Time," posting shots of nail polish, now, is it?

But perhaps a catalog spread of Crate and Barrell nesting bowls will do the trick? Anyone?