She Said Don’t Forget the Whiskey
I mentioned my “days of food” series to her, the one where I keep chasing whatever shows up on the calendar next.
She asked what was coming up.
I had just seen International Whiskey Day.
Perfect, she said. Then she laughed, “Don’t forget your camera… and some whiskey.”
That was all it took.
We headed out into the desert, far enough that the road stopped feeling like it belonged to anyone. The abandoned gas station was exactly what you would expect out here, sunburned concrete, rusted structure, nothing staged, nothing fixed.
She stepped into the scene like it had been waiting for her.
Boots in the dust, cowboy hat in her hand, the bottle of bourbon set down beside her like it had always been part of the ground. No effort to dress it up, no effort to explain it.
That is usually where these ideas land.
Something simple on the surface, a calendar day, a bottle, a location. Then it shifts into something else once the camera is there.
That’s where my food photography and everything around it tends to go. Not just the subject, but what happens when you take it somewhere it does not belong.
International Whiskey Day turned into this.
If you want to see where these ideas go next, including the food work, the desert shoots, and the rest of my pornochic photography, take a look on my website at https://www.secondfocus.com
National Kitchen Klutzes Day, Rewritten
She isn’t cooking. She’s seducing—barely clothed, back against the wall beside the oven, the heat rising for reasons that have nothing to do with food. Her top clings in all the wrong places. She’s standing there like she knows exactly what just happened—and she’s not apologizing for any of it. Something burned, but it wasn’t dinner.
This black and white photograph reframes the kitchen as a space of tension and control—not culinary, but erotic. The setting is domestic; the mood is anything but. She’s not cleaning up a mess. She’s daring you to come closer and make one.
Posted for National Kitchen Klutzes of America Day—because not all kitchen accidents are innocent, and not all mistakes are unintended. Some spills are staged. Some heat is invited. Some burns don’t need ice.
From my Featured Photographs gallery—a rotating, uncurated selection of personal favorites from recent shoots and deep archives. I update it regularly as new images—and new obsessions—take hold.
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