Lee Miller: Photographs

Seven years with a photographer, and I don't have a single decent photo of myself. "I only shoot landscapes, not people," my boyfriend, Dwayne Norton, always tells me. He even claims he broke up with his ex because she kept forcing him to take her picture. So, for seven years, I play nice. I never ask and never push. Until today, when I'm scrolling through social media and see a post from my influencer best friend, Aviana Reed. "My personal photographer has been shooting me for seven years. Every single shot is a masterpiece!" In the comments, there's a reply, "It's an honor to shoot my muse." The profile picture is pitch black. The tone is so familiar it leaves me completely numb. He doesn't hate shooting people. He just hates shooting me. Dwayne, since there's no room for me in your lens, then this time, there's no room for you in my world either.

Leo is a story about a girl that had a hard life. She had only cared about two people, one was her high school sweetheart that unfortunately could not be faithful. The other was someone she met while working at the gas station. He gave her hope and put a sparkle back into her life, but not without presenting it own set of challenges. However, after sometime her heart began to soften.

Leon refused to allow his stepmother to live in his home, which was filled with memories of his late mother. Therefore, he chose to make his stepmother feel uncomfortable.However, everything became chaotic because Leon's actions caused him and his stepmother to become caught up in forbidden passion. What happened?

They met during an unpleasant situation which eventually made her agree to his request to be his live in assistant for a month. During those unimaginable days, Eddie Hemsworth fell in love with her boss, Leonard Lee who keeps making simple advances to her. She had believed he loved her back until it was a week before their agreed time to stop working with each other. Leonard's Fiancé from Korea came to visit him since he only came to America for business which made Eddie heartbroken. She could not afford to watch someone she has feelings for loving someone else. So without fulfilling her promise to stop working for him after a week's time, she left without saying a word. But they met again after two years in different positions. Eddie is now a well known actress and Leonard is her secret sponsor who had been helping her during her time in acting school. Will Eddie let go of what happened between them and act like nothing happened or will she get revenge on him for playing with her feelings? .... "You were aware of it, right?! You knew of my feelings for you! But you toyed with my feelings and gave me false hope" tears brimmed in her eyes as she saw how expressionless he was. Her body tingled with menace as she was fuming with indefinite anger. "I swear to God Leonard, I won't let my feelings direct me this time." "Then I will chase you" he mumbled softly. He grabbed her hand and brought it closer to her chest. "I will still chase you Eddie even if you stop liking me." ...... PS: Cover from Pinterest. Credit to the owner.

Among the world's female models, Julian Vance once again ranked first as the photographer they most wanted to spend a night with. And yet he had never taken a single photograph of me. When reporters asked about it, he could never hide the fondness in his eyes. "My wife is for my eyes only. No one else gets that privilege." On my birthday, I happily changed into a lace nightdress and, for the first time, asked him to record me with his camera. Several minutes passed. The shutter never sounded. Behind the camera, Julian's expression had gone stiff. "Forget it," he said. My joy collapsed into confusion. "What's wrong?" "It's just..." He laughed dryly. "Photography is work. I don't want to mix you up with work." Then he put the camera back, turned around, and went into the bathroom. The door to the darkroom where he developed his photos was half open, red light spilling through the crack. I walked inside and saw an album on the worktable titled Vivian Blair's Private Diary. I opened it. Inside were photos in every degree of intimacy and every kind of pose.

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my eyes were half-closed; in the other, a branch shadow slashed diagonally across my face. “Can we try again?” Chase sighed. “Avery, you always tense up. Fifty more takes won’t change that.” Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. He had posted in the Westbridge Buy: Twenty dollars for someone to spend ten minutes taking a few graduation photos of my girlfriend. Nothing fancy. She just needs something usable. Half an hour later, a stranger replied. I sent him my location, then added: Just so you know, I’m not very photogenic. His answer came almost immediately: That usually says more about the photographer than about the subject. When Rowan Hayes arrived, he looked at Chase’s two photos and said, “He didn’t even try.” An hour later, he sent me the raw files. No filters, no heavy retouching. Just me on the library steps, my hair loose in the wind and my eyes brighter than I remembered them being.