I grinned. “Can I get a side shot?” I asked. Peter turned side on and folded his arms. He began to look toward me so I quickly took a snap, then another as his eyes met the lens. “Cool… and the back.” I asked. He turned away from me and I took a snap. “Cool.” I said as I reviewed each and zoomed in to check that they’re in focus. I put the camera down, grabbed the next pair of jeans, found a top to go with them and chose another pair of shoes. Peter took them and headed toward the door. “You can change in here.” I said. “I don’t mind.”
Peter paused, frowned and looked down at himself. “I’d rather not be seen in just my undies.” he gulped.
“Fair enough.” I said. He returned a few minutes later wearing skinny jeans with strappy sandals and short sleeved fitted shirt. “You could have kicked these off before you left.” I said as he handed me the outfit he’d just worn along with the stilettos.
“Yeah… but I only thought of that when I got to my room.” he replied. “They really weird to walk in.”
“I suppose they are if you’re not accustomed to a heel.”
“These are better.” he said, looking down at the two inch heels.
“You like them?”
“Noo!” he claimed. “They’re just better to walk in.”
“I’m not sure they go with those jeans.” I said.
“They look OK.”
“You reckon?”
“I don’t know… I just want to get on with it. I’ve been here for well over an hour and we’ve only done one outfit.”
“I know… sorry, I got a bit carried away with your hair and make-up.”
“You’re telling me.” Peter said as he looked down at himself.
“That shirt suits you.”
“Isn’t it a blouse?”
“Shirt, blouse, same thing really.”
“I know but the buttons are the wrong way around.”
“Yeah but it’s not very ‘blousey’.” I replied, removing a proper blouse from the rail. “This is what I’d call a blouse.”
“Yeah I guess.” he said, looking at the blouse I held, then at the one he wore. “This one’s better.”
“Yeah, like I say, it suits you.” I reiterated. “You could buy it if you like.”
“Err… nah.”
I grinned and said I was kidding. “You can have it.”
“Nah… thanks.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” he replied. “Can we get on with the photos?”
“Anyone would think you’re not enjoying yourself.” I chuckled as I picked up the camera and my brother took his position. “Let’s try the ‘looking for the bus’ pose again.” I suggested. After the front side and back images had been captured, I gave Peter his next outfit, which was much the same as the last; casual and almost androgynous, save for his footwear. He’d modelled some six or seven outfits for me, changing in his room, returning to mine, posing, leaving, changing, returning. The routine worked and we managed to get plenty done, but… “It’d be loads quicker if you changed in here.” I suggested, again. Coyly, Peter told me that he’d rather not. I reminded him that he’s the one who wants to get this over with, before asking if he really wants to trot to and fro along the landing, wearing “…these?” I asked, wielding a pair of very short shorts.