“So, what do you photograph?” I swallow my wine. “What?” “You know – city scapes, nature, portraits, candid shots...” Boobs. I photograph boobs. “Uhh... people?” — Iris Blaire Copy Share Image
“How do you know she had sex?” Dallas asks. “Every time a penis touches Britain, I receive a telepathic notification.” “Oh,” Dallas says with… — Iris Blaire Copy Share Image
“So, what do you photograph?” I swallow my wine. “What?” “You know – city scapes, nature, portraits, candid shots...” Boobs. I photograph boobs. “Uhh... people?” — Iris Blaire Copy Share Image
“I was a diva for thinking that my life would dramatically change when I came out of the gigantic closet-o-porn.” — Iris Blaire Copy Share Image
“Every time you said the phrase 'homologous chromosome' when you lectured at East Park, it made me so horny.” His lips brush against my… — Iris Blaire Copy Share Image
“Okay, people. Onto the next shoot before I loose my cool. Let's see how many naked models we can fit in a cage. I… — Iris Blaire Copy Share Image
