There's a fine line one treads when people wearing anything less than the sort of clothing one might wear to a formal dinner are involved in art: Where does something cease to be art and start becoming un-artistic pornography?

So I told Mimu that I'd tell everybody she went on a rampage and broke all my gear, because after our shoot, I was down one flash, one lightstand, and one tripod....

Dona bending over with a stick... artistic from the front, probably really trashy from the back.

Kitten in a science fiction glittery costume with the moon in the background

Mimu in a red dress with the moon in the background.

Kitten against the Port of Oakland and the setting sun.

The San Mateo Bridge. While we were talking, Emily was taking a bunch of pictures. I only took one. I carefully evaluated metering and decided this was really the picture I wanted to take.

Mimu in a red dress against a red sky, edge lit.

An example of how clothing does not save a picture from being trashy.