Have you noticed, my ducklings, that I haven’t posted any photographs in ages? That’s because my camera died. But! A new one is arriving tomorrow, and then there will be an orgy of photography going on at the Vaka Design photography studio.
You know, I’ve noticed that when I use profane or graphic language in my posts, my views plummet. Obviously, the language causes the site to be censored in searches and by the blog rolls which pick it up. This time I didn’t even mean to be profane, and I’ll totally get censored anyway. This time I was just being accurate.
1. wild, drunken or licentious festivity or revelry.
My mother is flying in from the Netherlands today; from the land where Dutch veins run with lager, thoughts of legal prostitution, and THC. So yes, some drinking during the photoshoot is likely, and between Karen and my Mom? Jeesh! I’ll be the only sober voice of reason to be found, and that’s saying something. Things have deteriorated badly when I am the voice of reason.
Licentious? Not strictly so, but I will make that camera my bitch.
2. uncontrolled or immoderate indulgence in an activity: an orgy of spending.
We have a huge number of pieces to photograph, and while I’m eager to post my own, I’m excited for you to see what Karen has been working on. Dude has seriously found her groove, and is churning out some very pretty stuff: pierced and layered silver pieces, some which look almost medieval.
Brushed gold, diamonds, silver, white gold, earrings, necklaces, bi-metal pendants, lions and tigers and bears.
There is nothing moderate about all the awesome we will be shooting with my new bitch.
3. orgies, (in ancient Greece) esoteric religious rituals, esp. in the worship of Demeter or Dionysus, characterized in later times by wild dancing, singing, and drinking.
Nope, not applicable. Unless we find a young Greek guy named Dionysus, give him a glass of wine and allow him to be our eye candy, a la Madonna’s twenty-four year old boytoy, Jesus. That might be a religious experience.
4. Informal. a boisterous, rowdy party.
To describe my upcoming photodocumentation of new work as an orgy of photography is grammatically precise. I don’t care what the fucking censors say.