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When I called up Jon, he asked if Jason, the guy who was fourth on
my list and whom I didn’t know, could come along.
“You mean photograph you together?” I asked, confused.
“No, we just wondered if we could watch while the other did it.
Like moral support,” Jon explained.
“Sure, that’s fine.”
Anything they could do to make it easier for themselves was fine
with me. I really didn’t know Jon too well, so I wasn’t sure what I was
going to do with him, and I didn’t know Jason at all.
When I arrived at the studio I just unpacked my equipment and
looked at possible set ups. I saw few things I could try and then they
showed up.
Jon Nelson was about 6′2″, thin but well-proportioned. He was all
wiry muscle and angular in look. He had black straight hair which he let
grow a little long in back. His eyes were small and brown. He had a long
thin nose and thing lips in a long, thin, but attractive face.
He undressed first and then Jason went and changed. While Jon had
changed, I’d set up a scenario I thought would work. It was a black and
white checkered background and I placed a black stool in front. Black
shag carpet completed the picture.