It has become an unspoken understanding that if a model comes to my house that they are fully aware that they will be photographed at some point, and that their clothes may not be welcomed. My friend Megan came by the other day to bring me some juice—since juice is so hot right now! Eventually I started taking photos of her with my phone, one thing led to another, and my camera was out and it became a full on shoot. We had no clothes to mess with and she had come in work-out clothes, so I decided to have her wear stuff from my closet. Oh and the juice she got me tasted like someone sprayed a grass field with coconut water then shoved my face in it… that juice life is not for me.