Actually, this thing about gravity and boobs in strange: folks coped perfectly well with nature for most of Lifeís history, but now thereís an opportunity for more Ďdoctorsí to make more bucks, so the world goes mad, encouraging non-essential invasive ops that are not always successful.
I remember doing a shoot in Cannes, based up in the Hotel Montfleury on the rise of la Californie, from whence one had a great view over the town, some marinas, and also catch sight of the castle further along the coast. What was interesting, was that whilst we did some shots of our girl in the pool one day, we noted that we were surrounded by many women of Arabic origin, each sporting her monokini, would you believe, and all with perfectly pert breasts, all pairs of apparently the same format as the others.
This offered my wife and the model much amused conversation, but from my perspective at least, it seemed a tad boring. As things turned out, they both concluded that we were in the midst of a middle-eastern revolution with the vote going to the knife. I think thatís unfortunate; you canít really fool nature for long, and an aged figure shows the plastic within fairly obviously (as do some far younger ones, at times) and I suppose the only solution becomes frequent returns to the clinic.
What was more disturbing, was that these women were, many of them, mothers with their kids and nannies in tow. I have never before seen such public humiliations of gofers Ė kids of around five years of age were giving them orders which they instantly scurried away to perform. What a way to face the future, and what an incredible set of world and class perceptions and expectations that must breed! And what a comeuppance may lie in store.
Anyway, I enclose a Kodachrome from that pool, converted to black/white for no other reason than that I had just discovered how to do it when I did it. The conversion, not the shot. Yes, I think thatís what I mean. Obviously nothing to do with cellphones, but with F and F2 Nikons instead, but connected via a conversation about boobs and gravity. Does floating offer a third dimension?