Reflecting Back on My Modeling Career

Shibari bondage was always my favorite…

As I reflect back on my life and career in modeling, I appreciate every single moment in front of the camera. I’ve been one of the lucky few to have connected with the most wonderful of photographers in the trade.

Christos lived and breathed photographic art. His camera was always loaded and always around his neck. We first met in a 12th century church in Athens. I still don’t remember exactly why I was there that day, only that had I not been, we never would have met.

I do feel I’ve always been a beauty who gives back to the world what I’m given. But there is much beauty everywhere you look. So most people rarely paid too much attention to me, until Christos laid his eyes and camera lens upon me. Without thinking, he started taking pics from several angles.

“Sir! Sir! No pictures in here! Didn’t you see the sign?”

In the sexiest accent I’ve ever heard, Christos replied, “I am so sorry, in all my life, I’ve never seen such beauty. I could not help myself but take at least a tiny bit of it with me. Please forgive me, kind Sir.”

That was the moment I fell in love with Christos and had only fell harder every single day since. Before leaving Athens, he took more than just a tiny bit of me. I’ve been with him heart, soul, mind and body 100% from that day on.

Here is why Christos was so special to me. Most photographers of his level travel the world for their next still frame of art. But they travel with mainly their equipment, not always with the same models or props.

Christos was not like that. Once he discovered beauty, he took it with him, no matter how far he traveled. France, Italy, Germany, Spain and so many more. I’ve been to more countries than I can remember.

I’ve been witness to the most amazing of sunsets and endless sunrises. I’ve laid on the sands of Ora Beach, Indonesia and visited the majestic hidden beach of La Playa Escondida, Mexico.

My favorite moment was leaning against the towering limestone pinnacles of El Nido in the Philippines. Christos moved and re-positioned me more times than I could count. He wanted the sun and pristine water to reflect off my flesh in just the perfect way. The warmth, the breeze, the sun, the vision — perfect!

Christos had always treated me like the most precious of fine china. So, when the day came he suggested using me for bondage modeling, I never questioned him for a second. He explained how Shibari bondage is an art form in itself, like none other.

Combining a helpless female form within a hundred plus feet of rope, knots, twists and turns couldn’t be a more sensual and erotic form of photography. His biggest concern would be not capturing enough of this beauty from any single angle.

This is the reason for every one of Christos’s Shibari bondage photo-shoots to include a mirror, his favorite mirror. It doubles the beauty; it exposes what would not have been possible within a single frame without it.

Just as I’ve lost track of the number of sunset and sunrises I’ve enjoyed by his side, I had quickly lost track of the ever growing number of his bondage photo-shoots taken. I was always the center of attention in these and I couldn’t have loved Christos more for allowing me to continue being such a part of his life.

Our years together have been amazing and many. Somehow, with the right angle and lighting, Christos has kept me looking as young as the day we first met, in every photo since. I truly couldn’t be happier with the way things have turned out for me.

Although he’s kept me forever young, he has aged and greyed much in the same time. I reflect back on Christos handwashing me, as he preferred to do before every shoot, mentioning and commenting on my beauty. I always loved the feel of his hands as they slid across my every inch.

I can still hear the thousands of clicks from is camera that is now lying motionless and silent in his hands. The mortician has his index finger just above the shutter release button, as if he’ll still be taking pictures long after he’s buried.

Being by his side for so many years, I’m now right next to his casket watching each of his viewers come, pray, cry and leave. They each give me a silent gaze, but no words of comfort for me in my moment of need. Not even small talk.

Until a group of other photographers, Christos knew very well, approached. Samone looked at me and asked, “What is this thing doing here?”

Cameron replies, “Don’t you recognize it? That was his favorite mirror. He used it in damn near every shot.”

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