How Breasts Can Look
A little while back, I made a post about the Reality of Nude Photos, and the public reaction that really surprised me in response was that it seemed like a lot of people had never actually seen a female body in different positions like that before. Lots of people didn’t believe that both of the images in that post were really me, because my breasts looked so different in the two pictures.
And that really stuck with me. Not any kind of frustration at the disbelief I received, but a genuinely eye-opening realization that people didn’t know what breasts can look like when they’re just flopped around in a picture or looked at from a different side.
I certainly don’t have the same breasts as every other woman out there, so this is in no way meant to represent all of womankind. Not by a long shot. Breasts come in all shapes and sizes and each woman is unique in the way that they will stretch, sag, move, bounce, and so on. Women have different nipples, different sized areolae, and very differently shaped breasts.
These are my breasts. 12 photos of them just hanging out and doing their thing. Every woman in the world could make this photo chart and it would be a little bit different each time. And in my opinion, that is one of the most wonderful and amazing things about the human body.
37 years ago today: on December 3, 1976, during photography at Battersea Power Station for the Animals cover, Pink Floyd’s 40 foot inflatable pig “Algie” broke free from his tether and flew away. The pig passed through Heathrow air space, causing flight delays.
Pink Floyd had insisted that the cover image be “real” rather than a photo of a pig “stripped in” (the old school film-based equivalent of “photoshopping”) on top of a photo of the power station.
The photo shoot began a day earlier on December 2. A marksman had been on hand to shoot the pig out of the sky if it broke free. But the pig was not launched that day, and nobody told the marksman to return the next day. However, Storm Thorgerson and his crew of 11 photographers had the foresight to take pictures of the power station, sans pig, under that day’s dramatic cloudy sky.
On the second day, Algie was launched and the photographers were busily snapping away when a gust of wind broke the mooring cable and set him loose. The pig was out of sight within five minutes. Police tracked the pig to 30,000 feet before giving up. Eventually he landed that evening in a farmer’s field in Kent.
Roadies recovered Algie from the farm and patched him up, and he was floated again for a third day of photography. This time there was no incident, but it was a sunny day with a boring clear blue sky. Ultimately the decision was made by the band to strip in an image of the pig taken on the third day on top of an image of the power station taken on the first day with the much less boring cloudy sky. The final cover art ended up not being real after all, it could have been composed without floating the pig, and the Great Escape could have been avoided entirely. But nobody ever created a legend by not trying.