I'm too sexy for my rifle... :)
There's nothing that'll make me feel over the hill faster than standing in front of the VolkMeister's lens, especially in his groovy new studio. That said, some of the pics turned out quite well, and one will be my new blog picture. What I was happiest about were a couple where I was asked to point the carbine as though firing; Oleg gave me a DVD with some of the raw files as proofs and as I was scanning through them, I saw my own form with the weapon and thought "Good hand position, proper trigger finger discipline, nice cheekweld, elbows tucked in, great lean... Work it, girl!" :)
Funny Oleg's Studio story: Back when Marko and I were roomies, we drove out to Nashville for one of Oleg's soirees. Since we were out-of-town guests, he put us up in the only accommodations available. To wit, a big ol' queen-size air mattress in the downstairs room he was using for a studio. The air mattress was in the middle of the floor, surrounded by lights, reflectors, tripods, and other photographic paraphernalia. We both got our PJs on and climbed into the bed. Despite us being just platonic buddies (and graveyard tired to boot,) it took hours to fall asleep because every time one of us was about to nod off, the other couldn't resist humming "Bow-chika-bomp-baa!" a la cheesy '70s porno flick soundtrack, as a nod to all the camera gear surrounding the bed, resulting in fifteen minutes of helpless muffled snickering into the pillow (so as to avoid waking the other houseguests, who were snoring on every other available horizontal surface,) every time the gag was repeated.
Casa Volk ain't the place for the camera-shy, but don't worry: His mad, 1337 skillz will make you look good. :)