The chandeliers drip golden light in a black velvet draped ballroom lined with gilt mirrors. Welcome to the masquerade ball. Invitation only to the most special of guests. Stepping into decadent opulence, the Colorado indoor boudoir photographer vanishes into the swirl of dancers, rustling gowns, and heady perfume. Your lens captures images of illicit romance and sensual secrets, of messages gleaned from a casual glance, the brush of a hand against a bare back. Eyes flash from domino masks, lips turn up in secret smiles. They dare you to tell their stories, reveal their souls in your pictures. But then you see her, a vision illuminated by candle glow, an alabaster goddess with garnet lips begging for a kiss. You follow her, but she plays hide and seek, vanishing into the infinite reflection of a mirror. You touch its cool surface, but she is already swallowed by the crowd. Her fleeting laughter teases you. Catch me if you can. Her heels click a seductive cadence. You give chase, but your camera glimpses only a sweep of raven hair caressing a cheek. She pauses to sip some champagne, the bubbling liquid like golden fireworks. Slowly, she extends her hand. You reach, fingertip to fingertip…
Boudoir photo musings by Diana Kemp (http://www.dianakemp.com/)
Location: 1111 14th Street.
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