My ass for 50, my pussy for 100

A few days ago I met my ex-girlfriend, model and muse Yana. As we are no couple anymore since quite a while, she lives her life as a more and more successful art model and I live my life on my own, trying to do my thing.

Modeling: more than showing a pair of nice tits.
Yana photographed in bed, by Daniel Bauer

But when we come together for a photo session, even a very spontaneous and off-the-wall one, I feel again this natural flow that I described in a recent post, and enjoy the capabilities she deployed since I discovered her as a model few years ago.

That we know each other very well, that there's still a lot of love, sympathy and respect for each other for sure helps to produce this creative flow. But Yana also achieves excellent results with other photographers.

Her success doesn't surprise me at all.

While I am, almost desperately, searching models for my artistic work, the difference between a truly talented and well educated model (I am a bit proud of this...), and one of these girls who think, showing their tits is a fast and easy way to get rich and famous, couldn't be more obvious.


Recently I placed an ad:
"Wanted: open-minded, talented and sensual women with interest in artistic expression".

Although the further text explained that it deals about modeling and the ad contained a link to my official website, more than half of the mails I received came without photos, but with the request "Tell me what kind of photos you want to take".

Without "please", of course: Spanish/Catalan girls are not known for an exquisite style in communication... The other half sent overly retouched pictures who's meta-data revealed that they were taken years ago.

Yana by Daniel Bauer, a few days ago

Many wrote simply "kuanto kobraria?", freely translated: hwmuch get I? The only talents they showed were the ability to express their inaptness clearly and briefly and to insert three errors in two words. Of their native language, nota bene.

Searching on model portals is even more annoying. Last night I clicked thru french sites to find a model for my upcoming stay in Paris.

I saw tons of meaningless photos. Sometimes it's even impossible to say if it’s a woman, if she's 20 or 50 years old, has short or long hair, is skinny or round, because of all the applied "art"-effects.

Others have exactly ONE facial expression to show. Obviously the one of which they think that it's very professional and cool. It isn't. It's just deadly boring to look at such a bunched manifestation of missing sensitivity, inspiration and interest.

Adapted are the conditions. Many want to show up on a session with their watchdog. To have a jealous boyfriend on my side while I try to take sensual pictures is not exactly one of my deepest wishes...

I do understand that a woman first wants to know who the photographer is, before she gets naked in front of him, of course. That's why I always meet new models in a public place, a cafe, first. If she's got a bad feeling or is insecure about me (or I about her...), we simply will not work together. But under no circumstances I will accept a guardian during a session. That's just ridiculous. I guess, more photographers haven been robbed by models/watchmen than the opposite way round. There was a couple that even gained notoriety in this special interpretation of modeling.

Natural sensuality: Yana by Daniel Bauer

Anyway: do those simple-minded girls walk in with mummy on the hand, too, when they apply for an office job? Have they gone accompanied by their big brother to their teenage-jobs to look after kids? Do they really think a photographer would put his reputation at risk just for getting intimate with her? What an extreme overestimation of their attractiveness! What a sad underestimation of the artists!

No, this type of vixen only arouses one single desire in me: keep away from me as far as possible!

Another widespread species is the "model" that wants to dictate how the photos should look in the end. Nice - they are very welcome. As clients. Who pay ME!

With models I talk about the contents of a session and what I want to achieve. It's to take or to leave. But one cannot work with me, get paid by me, and at the same time dictate the conditions. It's simply confusing employer and employee.

To close this excessive rant, triggered by my depressing experiences of late, I'd like to introduce those highly intelligent, very serious girls, who tell me: I get naked for this price, and I show you my pussy for the double, photos may not be published. In these, unfortunately not so infrequent cases I am always tempted to say: and how much including a blowjob? What I really say, is: thanks, good bye!

Finding models is really hard work.

There are some, very few, art nude models, who made their talent to a profession. These are women, like Yana, who know, that modeling for artistic nudes is much more than just presenting tits and asses in front of a camera.

Personality, sensuality and interest in art
make the ideal model. Yana by Daniel Bauer

These are women with personality, natural sensuality and, above all, true interest in art.

They are able to estimate and judge the work of a photographer, because they do not only look in the mirror and get excited about their supposed beauty, but look at photography books, have an idea about the great photographers of the past and the present, visit galleries and museums, are generally interested in culture. And work seriously to always better their capability of expression. Or, as Yana said somewhere recently: I do charge for my work, but I don't do it for the money. Well said by an ideal model.

The best that can happen to a photographer is to find a natural, sensual, open-minded and intelligent woman, who until then didn't even think about being a model. When then "the spark jumps over" and the model starts to develop her interest in photography and art, there's a promising basis for a procreative collaboration.

If you know one of these uncommon women, please point her to my website!

If you are such a woman, contact me! Most of the time I am good-humored :-)

Kiss me, muse!

I don't have any idea about the kissing habits of where you live. Here in Spain (sorry, Catalonia...) people are kissing all the time. I meet totally unknown people and they put their hand on my shoulder and kiss me. Strange situations. I never know if two or three times are expected. You know, I hate strong perfumes, the chemical smelliness of hair spray and styling foams, the thick layers of makeup with its powdery dust that penetrates my nostrils and causes me to sneeze and sticks to my cheeks. I'd prefer some more distance. Often.

But I wanted to talk about the kiss of the muse, which is a rather figurative expression for what happens, when an artist meets a person that inspires his creativity in a magical way.

Kissed by the muse. Photo: Yana

The muse that accom­panied me during a much too short time, however, started her magic on me with the longest and sweetest kiss ever. She kissed me softly one enchanting afternoon on the beach and I realized that it was midnight when our lips separated.

At that time I had no idea about that this magically beautiful and tender being will con­vert in such a most important and influen­tial part of my life. I was laying at the beach and all I knew was, that my dream girl was kissing me, while I was literally kissed by my muse.

You know, it is very nice when a human enters in your life to whom you feel a strong connection from the beginning. It happens very rarely.

As a hetero it is even nicer when this person is of the opposite sex and you feel that you're not the only one of the two who wishes to abandon themselves to the sparkling erotic tension. Beautiful things happen in life! Sometimes.

But when this creature, that seemed to appear from nowhere, got virtually infected by my enthusiasm for art and photography and, although she had never modeled before, agreed to reveal her beauty in front of my camera, things already began to get a bit surreal.

An angel fallen from heaven? Daniel Bauer and his muse, Yana.

That's when I began to think that an angel has fallen into my life.

Her presence inspired me. She became the focus and subject of my creative work. While I influenced her development as a professional photo model, she radically influenced my visions.

Towards the end, on the peak of our relation, there was no more photographer and model. There was a team. While we sometimes discussed heavily about photographic (and all other) topics, during the work of a session our ideas complemented another in a fluid and magic manner. She was my muse.

When this happens, as a photographer, as an artist and as a man, you feel like living in heaven. But she was no angel.

And just as she appeared only some couple of years ago, she disappeared again. While my muse flew away, her influence stayed with me and the inspiration she caused still afterglows.

Sensual games, playful creativity. Yana and Daniel Bauer.

It was the second time in my photographic life that I knew a woman that was much more than a model for me.

And as they say, of all good things there are three. So there is still hope. Until another wonder happens I try not to loose the positive energy with which these few years of love and procreative cooperation have filled my soul, my heart and my brain.

Sometimes I sit on the cold and empty beach at night, see the never ending line of approaching airplanes in the dark sky and dream of a fairy that levitates thru the clouds. And I tell her: kiss me, muse!

(The private photos of this post were taken by Yana according to her ideas, while we still were a couple in love. It's the first time, the photo­grapher appears naked...)

Orgasms and other illusions

I click thru photo sites, pinterest, tumblr, ... and feel like a dinosaur.

I run across a lot of female faces in orgasmic enchantment. Sometimes quite arousing. Was the photographer really witness, or even part, of a truly exciting moment? I see all these perfect tits, faces without pores, arms without hairs, perfect bums and thighs without the lightest touch of cellulite.

All fake? All fake! Most of it.

Fake? Real? She knows. I know. You'll never know...
"Yana's orgasm" (by Daniel Bauer)

My friend Venus recently published an article in the sex column of a Spanish news paper about the reasons why many women sometimes fake orgasms.

She presumes that most men don't stop fucking until the woman reaches her climax. And if she don't, he keeps going on and on, until she pretends to cum, what finally makes him end bumping into her.

Reading this, I remembered a night with a very intimate friend. We were both very tired.

Laying on her side she snuggled against me. Feeling my dick in the warm valley between her firm little buttocks, she mumbled: "You can fuck me a little bit, if you like".

Her hand gently guided me into her. She didn't move.

I fucked her softly, and fucked her a little bit harder, holding her young ass in my hands, and fucked her a little bit more, flying away in my cloud of absolute emotional well being, feeling the warmth of her body, listening to her moaning and the exciting sound that the fluids cause when penetrating her wet pussy. The odor of her soft skin filled me with that kind of happiness where all the annoyances of the world simply disappear, when I heard her say: "I said, a little bit - I didn't mean for hours...".

So what's the advantage of faking an orgasm instead of just telling what a woman wants, exactly as my lover did it that night? I guess, some do it out of love. They don't want to hurt the self-esteem of their partner and give him the feeling of being a great lover who gives her complete satisfaction.

How nice. And how wrong.

Is she really hot? (by Daniel Bauer)

First of all she looses the chance to have sex the way she really loves.

The inexperienced man will do the same again and again because she makes him believe that this is the way she takes off. A some more experienced man will easily sense a fake orgasm.

Maybe she can control her facial expression, her sounds and the move­ment of her body, but she can not control what happens in her pussy when she's about to cum. Inside her, it's impossible not to feel it.

Her lover feels cheated and irritated (I noticed, b.t.w., that girls who fake orgasms often also are not very honest in other ranges of life...). Finally he'll ignore her simulated gestures and takes her as he'd take any prostitute. The more she fakes, the worse gets her own sex experience.

But what the fuck am I talking about all this?

I believe that fake orgasms are illustrating very clearly the disadvantages of faking anything in life. Fake stuff, no matter what, is never satisfying. It always leaves a bad taste.

Because this is an art nudes photography blog I relate this to images, too, and especially to the "optimized" women one can see in standard nude photography - which makes by far the biggest part of all published nudes. In the end these images leave everybody unsatisfied, even if on the fist sight one might consider such an over-retouched image as beautiful.

There's no photoshop in real life. Yana by Daniel Bauer

Have you ever met such a "perfect" woman in real life? You'll never find that girl with those never ending legs, the perfect tits, the always shiny hair, the spotless shaven pubes, the always erected nipples and the orgasmic face without a wrinkle.

Unfortunately women want to follow these unrealistic ideals, too. Without any success, of course, because there is no photoshop in real life.

The more we admire those "super creatures" the bigger our dis­ap­point­ment. Photo­shop produces fake goals that can never be reached and instead of enchanting us fill us with frustration. We compare reality with industrially produced stereotypes. Bombed with standardized "perfection" we loose the feeling for real, individual, human beauty. Beauty that exists and that we can love.

I'm a dinosaur. I want the real thing, and I'm not talking about the sticky soft drink.
I want real life, real love, real orgasms.

And I want real photographs of real women. Fuck photoshop! It is nothing but the fake orgasm of our times.

(Photos are symbolic illustrations and are not connected to the storyline of this post)