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August 2005: PAUL SMITH’S DEVIANT’S DIARY - Fetish models, outstanding in their field.
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Twin sisters wearing latex giggled girlishly as they fed each other squirty cream, surrounded by crops. I looked up from my digital camera's LCD for a second to gaze into the cloud-spattered blue sky. Having spent my adult life as an atheist, I realised I'd made a terrible mistake. "Thank you", I silently mouthed. You might well ask how I found myself in this unusual situation, and easy though it would now be to simply say 'God moves in mysterious ways', that's not going to make an interesting article. So here's the whole story:
When I interviewed a photographer called Bex for ETO a couple of months ago I had no idea one of the models she'd worked with (and who got a name check in the feature) would read it and get in touch. I'd come out as a frustrated fetish photographer in the piece and when Ulorin Vex offered her services and volunteered those of her twin sister, it took me all of 0.28 seconds to click Reply, type 'Yes Please!' and hit send.
We rapidly exchanged expectations (I'd like to pay, but couldn't. She'd borrow some lovely clothes for the shoot) and soon talk turned to where and when. The when was easy - ASAP, but the where was more complex. I wanted a backdrop just as striking as the models and their outfits, yet contrasting and 'fun'. One idea I had for a location was a private pod on the London Eye. I knew you could hire them but it turns out £375 was beyond my budget. I thought about other places we could use. London was inviting as both girls had modelling appointments there the same weekend. As it turns out, luckily I decided a public shoot for my first session with pro's, so to speak, just wasn't sensible. The distractions and shocked expressions I could handle, but I had a mental image of a big pissed-up lad called Barry from Leeds trying to snog the girls. When I'd step in to rescue them, his scruffy mate would grab my camera and tripod and make a dash for it. No, an environment I could have more control over would be required.
Photographing 22 year old twinlettes (girls at that. Bonus!) was fantasy fulfilment enough for me so I was at pains to ask them if there was any style or situation they'd like to be immortalised in. They were happy wherever, so long as they were wearing latex. Obsessed is a strong word, but perhaps not too strong.
I racked my brains, trying to think where would make an interesting yet neutral background to brightly coloured rubber. Ulorin had suggested matching yet contrasting outfits for the shoot, as her hair was red at the time and her 'sister dear's' was black. It made sense and we talked about symmetrical poses, which lead me to think about symmetrical locations. I remembered a concrete foot tunnel under the A41 which looked ultra urban, but is actually 10 minutes from the nearest house, on a little-used footpath. It seemed ideal and our plans were slowly drawn up. Ultimately distressing events in London were to scupper those carefully laid plans. Saturday photo shoots in town got cancelled and now Ulorin wouldn't be travelling up from Somerset after all. I may have said 'poot'. So, with Plan A snookered, welcome Plan B, which involved a 400-mile round-trip drive, picking Amalthea up from her home near London and M4 & M5ing it all the way to the West Country to meet with Ms Vex. Fortunately my promise of two bottles of beer in the glove box and her sister's guarantee to return some shoes and clothes swung the deal.
The journey down was a long one so we had a chance to discuss Amalthea's pet hissing cockroaches, her longing for a rat that could be relied on to take care of itself and how the sisters had got involved in this crazy dressing up for money lark. It started when people kept asking Ulorin if she was a model (5ft 8", size 10, excellent icy stare - the perfect equipment for the job) and one day she thought 'why not give it a go?' She Googled for a local photographer then quickly progressed to modelling for gothic garment companies on a 'time for clothes' basis. When her sister got wind of this, the lure of a free corset or PVC fishtail skirt was too much to resist. Their first time in rubber was for FairyGothMother and neither girl has ever looked back. When we arrived at Ulorin's house their joint excitement at pulling on new outfits was obvious. I suspect they don't work for money; they work for the love of beautiful fetishy elegance. And God bless them for it. Without attractive women willing to stand in front of lenses, there is no adult entertainment industry as we know it, gay and TV/TS interest aside.
An hour or so and a sisters-squabbling-over-the-mirror makeup session later, I was leading the way across a field, following what -for all the world- looked like a public footpath. Here I'm skipping the half hour of my driving around, saying, "Ah, I know where we are now - It's just up here on the left", and fooling no one. Before long the trail had become just tyre tracks and the footpath signs had vanished. Sunlight played on the crop, which in the still air wasn't swaying a millimetre. M5 traffic rumbled slowly by at the end of the field and the girls were getting a bit pouty. It was damn hot for me, and they were wearing non-breathing rubber under other clothes so I guess I can forgive them the hint of huff they were showing. There was nothing else for it. Unable to locate the surrogate tunnel under the motorway I'd seen on a map, we'd have to shoot here. It was a shame as the tunnel would have been cool, in both senses of the word.
I arranged my equipment as the twins tugged off t-shirts and combat pants to expose their wonderful latexness. Even before I'd twiddled the knobs of my tripod they were pulling on 8" über-heels and striking practice poses. Suddenly I felt short at a mere 6ft 1". Intimidated, I hid behind my sturdy Fujifilm s5000.
What followed was an hour long (my watch said. I could have sworn it was ten minutes) orgy of snap-happy happy-snapping, complete with big water pistols and cans of spray UHT cream, as mentioned above. It was shortly before a man with a dog turned up that I had my 'road to Damascus' moment. I lost my faith again as I realised the footpath to the tunnel was just on the other side of the hedge we were near. If there really was a God he'd have lead me to it, as Moses was lead to a good spot for Red Sea parting. Still, the green vegetation and blue sky were working well against their bold outfits and I loved what the sun was doing with Ulorin's nuclear hair.
Throwing everything back into my rucksack, we had time to chat as we walked back to my car where I'd parked it beside the sort of tiny twisting un-signposted lane Somerset seems to like. Ulorin Vex and Amalthea have other names, but they're for friends and family only. Another reason I'm not telling is the family in question don't know what they get up to in fields. Amalthea explained, in her Newcastle accent, "Mam thanks we do gothic clothing modelling. Corsets are about as racy as I dare tell her about. She wouldn't appreciate all this" - she snapped a latex halter neck strap. Ulorin Vex continued, "Dad likes his fishing and football and, well, we wouldn't want to embarrass them. It's a shame as we're proud of our pictures, but where we're from it's still quite old fashioned in some ways. I mean, we have a gay cousin and he doesn't get an easy time from the family. Names are called." I continued the interview with the question I'd first wanted to ask, "So where did you two meet?" Fortunately the twins got the joke and no one poked me with a pointy nail where the bruise wouldn't show.
An advert for my gifted models now. UlorinVex.com and Amalthea.co.uk contain much info about them: 32D-25-34. £30-£50 each per hour, plus travelling expenses, depending on the nature of the work. £10pa extra for video, they're available for catwalk modelling and have appeared at the German Fetish Ball, Skin Two expo, etc. But they might have their undeniable talents bought for a pair of particularly sexy latex dresses. Their kinks include blood, medical stuff (Ulorin Vex) cuffs 'n' shackles, over the top makeup (Amalthea) and plus fake eyelashes and tight corsets (both girls lace to 20"). If you're curious about those names, Ulorin comes from a sci-fi thing she once read and Amalthea (apart from being one of the many moons of Jupiter you've never heard of) was from a favourite childhood film: The Last Unicorn. Both characters were princesses and these two university graduates (oh yes, brains as well as booty) don't have to work hard to fill the role. As the sweet, charming kind of princess. Not the demanding, uppity sort.
Driving, I was told about a funny incident. They'd been wearing rubber nun outfits for a shoot, and in the process of using spray-shine the fire alarm had gone off. It seems the vapour was mistaken for smoke. Amusingly the alarm was linked to the local fire station and before long two firemen had arrived. "They hung about for a while", chuckled Amalthea. "Then they went away, but soon came back with some other firemen", continued Ulorin (the younger by 16 minutes). There's a lot of finishing each other's sentences when you're a twin. They claim no psychic link, but when the Vexter (we were on silly nickname terms by now. I'd spent the day calling them Pixie Bookends) had her appendix out Amal' had fell ill. As soon as the operation was over, she got better instantly. Could be sympathetic symptoms, but I'd not be so sure that other forces weren't at work. The downside of modelling includes a certain bitchiness from some quarters, copyright ripping-off of their work and the occasional stalker. They'll not be letting such things stand in the way of their ambition to getting more rubber by working for bondage/erotica pay sites and fetish clothing firms, and travelling the world to do more fashion shows though. Ulorin also draws in pen and ink, and dreams of becoming an illustrator. As twins, their only fetish-wearin' competition is from the Porcelain TwinZ. Unfamiliar with their work, Amalthea and Ulorin weren't able to answer my question about them 'going too far'. If you've not heard the rumours, I'm not going to repeat them here.
Back at Ms Vex's imposing converted rectory home (where she introduced me to her pet frogs, but saved the tarantulas for another time) we reviewed the photos on my laptop. So pleased were we that I suggested I pimp a couple of pictures to the likes of Skin Two and Bizarre magazine, and they were keen for me to try to get them more exposure. Who knows, perhaps this is the start of a beautiful relationship between me, my camera, fetish models and publishers of such things? I've started praying again.
Special thanks to the talented Madeline of Anatomic Bomb (.com) for the loan of the beautifully designed and made 'Miss World' corselet suspender dresses (lingerie?) Sweat-soaked underwear, hosiery and 'Jane' shoes - Models' own. Water guns, spray cream, etc. - Photographer's.
Paul Smith is still free to a good home. Kinky Job offers to info@snapsandbytes.co.uk please. See more of the girls on my PROFESSIONALS page.
1900ish words on latex-lovin' twins and how to photograph them Dale. I've left the article a bit short to leave room for photos. Hehehe!
Please be sure to include the name and web site address of the dress supplier, as it was a part of the deal to get a loan. Actually she does VERY lovely things at reasonable prices. Remember the blue topless dress on a park bench picture? That's one of her designs. Ta.
Paul.