There are things that Behymer girls do… Behymer girls being my sister and I. (that’s my maiden name, folks!)
Behymer girls name our cars.
Behymer girls eat peanut butter straight out of the jar.
Behymer girls think our Daddy is the greatest man alive.
Behymer girls dance, but bad bad badly.
Behymer girls are also very musical. But only one of us is going to make her living doing that… and it’s not me.
My sister, Samantha, recorded her first album in June. She lives in Malibu, and has a pretty rad following down there among the hipster kids. The album, which I think I remember will be entitled “Heartmouth”, will be released on iTunes sometime next month. And when that happens, you can expect to hear about it here. I don’t just think her music’s awesome because she’s my sister… I think her music’s awesome, because she’s wicked talented.
Tonight, we did a short photo shoot to get some images for her album art. It was short, because no matter how totally amazing we both are, we’re still sisters, and there’s still a limit to how much interaction we can have before someone tears the head off someone else’s Barbie.
BUT, I think I got some great shots, and I want her to see what kind cool things happen when she trusts her sister.
I couldn’t decide how I liked this one best… so you get both:
Behymer girls do NOT have legs in common. I have no legs. Seester has legs for days. *grumble grumble*
For those of you that care about this sort of thing, the next three shots are straight out of camera. No color correction, no nothin’.
Sam brought a Mylar balloon… I think we caught some cool stuff with it, before AND after the balloon suffered a fatal injury.
I love you, Seester.
And hey, blogstalkers, go listen to Sam’s music on MySpace. www.myspace.com/sambehymer. Most of the stuff on that site is just laptop recordings, but it’s still pretty rockin’.
Another portrait shoot later this week, and then another weekend of boudoir madness… so don’t go anywhere!