Showing posts with label panty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label panty. Show all posts

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Inside the bubble

Ever wondered how is the life inside a bubble? Methinks sometime it can get hot.

bubble

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Tattoo posters

If the previous post with convention footage was not convincing enough about the Inernational Bucharest Tattoo Convention, here's another try with an image from one of the shows:

tattoo

Still not convincing enough? It can be hotter:

tattoo

Not enough? No problem! Even more:

tattoo

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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

In the army

"Nothing to do all day but stay in bed/You're in the army now/Oh, oh you're in the army, now" ...hmmmm....

army

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Curves

Steel and flesh, both of them can have curves and be admired for that.

curves

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Monday, May 20, 2013

Assets

The value of any entity is heavily influenced by its assets

assets

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The show

The guys look like having some good time, enjoying the show, even if they don't have as much action as they hoped.

show

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Macro?

I wonder two things about this picture, first if that camera has a macro mode and second if that mode is activated.

macro

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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Did you lose something?

I am not very sure, but I think maybe she lost something, perhaps a white thing or such. But I may be wrong.

lost anything

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Can I borrow that?

The simple answer is short: "NO". If you wonder, no, that's not my rm, I need both of my hands to hold my camera (and I don't wear a wristwatch anyway).

can i borrow that?

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Monday, January 14, 2013

'Dat Ass x3

Usually I don't do such kind of editing in my photos, but here I had to obfuscate some phone numbers, since this post purpose is not to endorse any products or services. Still, the snow was abundant.

'dat asses

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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Naked tattoos (NSFW)

The big hall of the tattoo convention had a stage for artistic performances, concerts and stuff. Stuff including a few strip shows... the first one with Bonita, who is quite known from a number of TV and tabloid apparitions. She started by playing a cop:

strip show
strip show

Then her colleague Kennya, who moved from nun to naughty:

strip show
strip show

Unlike the girls, when the time came for a guy show, his name wasn't advertised:

strip show
strip show

Finally all of them returned, the guy briefly throwing some fire then leaving the girls alone, they were playing a good and a bad angel:

strip show
strip show

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Monday, September 17, 2012

Bucharest like Rio

B.FIT, the Bucharest International Theatre Festival, closed with a big parade, part of it was the parade of Latin dance schools, with samba, salsa, capoeira, bachata and more. There were some costumes making you think of Rio de Janeiro.

samba
samba
samba

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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Caragiale and us

Last weekend in the evening we passed trough the Old City when I remembered about the Caragiale festival taking place there in the streets. The festival opened just a few days before and a detour was in order to see what is about, but in the way to it we encountered this couple, going in the same direction (they looked at the play less than one minute and left) - they were perfect for the setting, if Caragiale would be alive, such people would be the heroes of his comic writings.

pitipoanca

In the street, the Masca Theatre was playing an adaptation upon Caragiale's "O noapte furtunoasă", which the audience seemed to enjoy (Caragiale has only a few plays and some of his shorter pieces may be theatrically adapted, but will that be enough for 100 representations, as advertised?). This one was a strange adaptation, with white costumes (more like the living statues the Masca actors do often) and with Caragiale himself introduced as a character in the play.

masca
masca

I can't get out of my head the above-mentioned couple and it fitting in the scene, the tough (and rich?) guy getting his "demoiselle" in the city center to see "comedies" (or more like her dragging him there) and she being like.... like in that picture, which does not need much words. They say Caragiale live forever among us.

masca

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Thursday, May 17, 2012

The hard work of taking photos

They may say photography is easy, all fancy and glamour, but taking pictures is art and also hard work: you have to keep your both hands on the camera, eyes sharp, focus correctly, frame right, take care of the light, click the buttons and so on. Not easy, trust me, I am a photographer.

har work photos
har work photos
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har work photos

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