Trash The Dress - Comedy Open Mic Round 8
I guess that now is a good time to tell you that I get a little bit pissed off when I see something being done by one gender or another, but not by both. This is a modern world, full of equality, but there are still certain activities that women seem to be doing exclusively, and I finally got sick of it.
I'm talking about "Trash The Dress". For those of you who are unaware, I will let Wikipedia enlighten you:
"Trash the dress, also known as fearless bridal or rock the frock, is a style of wedding photography that contrasts elegant clothing with an environment in which it is out of place. It is generally shot in the style of fashion and glamour photography. "Trash the dress" is the art of destruction or deconstruction of a bride's wedding dress to create a new "artwork" that the bride would be proud to display on their wall. This new "masterpiece" is formed in the creative destruction of the dress. This will normally be portrayed in a sequence of images or simply a single image."
What's good for the goose, is good for the gander. I happened to jump into a shoot with a bunch of models, and they were quite welcoming. Feast your eyes on this.
I want to introduce you to Breasts McGee, the greatest of the models appearing in this shoot. Do you know why? Because she is fucking fierce and fabulous, and her dress isn't duct taped onto her. She actually fits into things.
This girl is going to be a star, and it won't take her long to get there. Just look at these two shots.
Seeing as it was my first trash the dress, I wasn't quite aware how to act. That was where Breasts was a big help. She makes me feel at home, and brought out my inner model.
Now that I have my facial muscles loosened up, it's time to start heading for the water. I don't know about where you live, but in most of Canada, the streams are fairly brisk in October.
Well, there you have it. My very first Dress Trash, but hopefully not my last. Do you have a dress that you'd like to see trashed? Contact us, and we can let you know where to send it. You might see it on here one day, getting the shit beaten out of it.
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