<em>Ingrid with Anthony, waiting on Draven Blackwood</em><br/><br/>She looked up when she saw a really tall black man enter.  Well, hello!  She grinned when he introduced himself.  "Call me Ingrid, or Goddess, those are your options," she said jokingly and shook his hand with a firm and honest grip.  She let her camera hang from her neck and pulled her hair out from under the strap before pushing it over her shoulders.<br/><br/>"I'm just getting the lights ready to be adjusted, they're portable and I do location shoots as well, so I take my equipment with me on them.  As for my lighting preferences, right now, I'm just waiting on the subject.  I won't know anything until I see him, get an idea for his skin tone, what lights would look best and any color filters.  I do a lot of black and white images, but sometimes I sell color ones, too.  I will be the first to admit that I can be a diva when it comes to interfering but you have a craft as well.  I will rely on you and your ideas sometimes and be headstrong and stubborn others.  It all depends on the feeling of the shoot."<br/><br/>Gesturing toward the coffee pot in the back corner of the studio, as well as the box of donuts, she looked toward him. "There's donuts and coffee in the back corner, and a restroom across the way there.  Please refrain from going through the door with the beaded curtain as that goes to my home.  I have no problem inviting you in, but I don't like people snooping in my panty drawer without me knowing."  She chuckled.    He seemed so tense, she did hope that he loosened up.<br/><br/>"The subject today, the model, is one Draven Blackwood. I've never worked with him before and I'm not really sure what to expect.  If he's whinier than I am, we're likely to have problems."<br/>