Boudoir model shoot

” Great things never came from comfort zones” or “All progress takes place outside the comfort zone”.

Driving to Brisbane in our car that doesn’t fit into many underground carparks, black clouds chasing me, the weather man on the radio warning of disastorous storms. Wearing my comfy once a month knickers. About to meet Marina, the photographer that was photographing me on our first meeting. This was me absolutely  stepping outside of my comfort zone. 

Thankfully, Marina is the epitome of professional, she made me feel like a long lost friend, while also being the creative professional that she is. Her manner and the way she spoke calmed me. Marina is from Germany and has been living in Australia for a couple of years, her strong accent is divine. English being her second language, Marina speaks thoughtfully, and with joy when she translates an uncommon word that she wants to use. We had a great chat and laughed casually the whole time she painted my face.  My nerves and fears where settling by the time that she had explained the shoot, and said something that nearly had perfectly applied mascara running down my cheeks.

I loves lines and wrinkles on peoples faces, they represent laughing with your kids, crying with your family over goods things and bad and the lines on your face represent your story.

By the time that I changed into the last outfit of the shoot, I was having a ball and could of kept going for hours. We had done the sensual, sexy outfit with the garter belts and heels, the romantic lace top with knickers, and were onto the white singlet top and lots of white sheets.  We had shuffled furniture around the hotel suite, I had posed on the balcony in steamy heat after the passing storm. We took water breaks and scoffed chocolates, with music as the background noise to our laughter and Marinas instruction. She knew exactly what she wanted, she knew the exact poses that would look fabulous, and the way for me to move. I felt completley comfortable with her and had less nerves than I thought, I would have strutting it in my knickers. She took care in making sure my lingerie was perfectly fitted and every intricate detail of the shot was perfect.  I felt like a piece of art work as she instructed me. Shoulders and bum back, boobs out, arch your back, chin out and down, breathe through your mouth.  These were the instructions that filled 3.5 hours of my modelling experience, and why I felt as though I had accompanied Marina in a body attack class that she enjoys twice a week. 

The morning after the boudoir shoot. I was  grateful that I had been dillusional enough to think that, practisng yoga twice a day, would help tone me for the photo session of me in my knickers.  I think that yoga definetly helped reducing soreness, as I could barely move my arms and shoulders.

Being totally judgey here but I didn’t realize models had to be so fit. 





Pretty Knickers and preparation

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After the initial pounding of my heart and hysterical laughter, at me being chosen for the boudoir model shoot, my emotions swung from:

Excitement about, wearing pretty knickers, getting hair and makeup done and feel all girly.  To freaking the hell out that I have answered an ad on Instagram. I am meeting a stranger in a hotel room in the middle of Brisbane, and what if it is some dodgy set up.


I started with a bit of research:

What is the definition of Boudoir:

“Boudoir” is a French word meaning a lady’s private dressing room or bedroom. In photography, boudoir refers to a style in which women pose for photographs partially clothed or in lingerie.

Boudoir photography

An intimate photo of a man or women, suggestively covered but not fully nude, meant to tease the senses.


Well I know the literal meaning, so what about examples.

I made a rookie mistake, and went on Instagram and searched # tags for boudoir and boudoir photography. Of course all the women looked like Victoria secret models (I shut down that search quickly).

Pouring a generous glass of wine I settled in to do some online shopping for lingerie.   What an eye opening and kinda creepy shopping experience. It is completely different buying lingerie when you know you are going to be photographed.  I mean have you ever really taken any notice of how small knickers are? I hadn’t until I knew that someone with a camera, that I had never meet was going to take pictures of all that skin. After looking at far too many women in almost nothing. I purchased what was described as a “lace bikini” and a pair of black lace knickers. Let me tell you, the online seller needs to work on their descriptions. Thank fully I did not spend a fortune and the shipping was free. Because the “lace bikini” that I thought I would be comfortable in, because I wear bikini’s to the beach. Turned out to be a barely there lace G-string (the string at the back is the equivalent to tooth floss) and the bikini top has slits from top to bottom so your nipples are on full display. Now the black lace knickers have gorgeous black lace at the front, again tooth floss at the back and the real kicker is they are crotch less – yes CROTCH LESS, not even sure how you design or make a crotch less G-string. These are now shoved in the back of my knickers draw, not much to them so they aren’t taking up room. (These were NOT worn at the shoot).

I am a sucker for pretty lacy confections with bows, and flowers, and ribbon. I have tiny boobs, so bras for me are like decoration, no support really needed. I had planned to go lingerie shopping on my own, especially after my hilariously disastrous online shopping experience. Of course on the day that I decided to equip my kids with back to school items for 2016, Target would happen to have a sale on the exact attire I was looking for. My poor darlings waited patiently on a chair outside the waiting rooms while I tried lace, ribbons, and bows on.

After my successful shopping, I spoke to Marina on the phone. Her gorgeous German accent, her open, calming, friendly, and professional manner all made me feel at ease. We chatted about why I was chosen – (my email connected with her, she was looking for someone that had not done this before and was looking for a new experience). She was put off by the women that assumed that they would be chosen because they had boudoir experience. We spoke about why I wanted to do this – I explained to her that it had never even crossed my mind to seek out this type of experience. That for a busy mumma it seemed like a luxury.  My main point though was that being constantly surround by active, sporty, boys, it would be indulgent and luxurious to have an afternoon where I am the main focus, being spoiled with hair and make-up and wearing pretty lacy things.

The prep for this mostly naked nerve wracking experience was:

Not only did I buy a new wardrobe, I miraculously scored an appointment with my hairdresser, and practised yoga twice a day for the 2 weeks leading up to the shoot.

I was also trying to follow Marina’s instructions:

Plenty of water (more coffee than water)

Lots of sleep (This was the week that I worked the most that I have in months, kids were going back to school, not much sleep)

No tanning (After spending 16 days in Byron Bay, I had a killer tan)

Pamper yourself – go and get a manicure/pedicure.  (Work and kids back to school – no relaxing mani/pedi. I slapped on two coats of nude nail polish after shaving armpits to ankles, the morning of the shoot.)