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and then there was Archie

HOW THE SHOW-YOUR-SOFT-SIDE CAMPAIGN
AND A CHIHUAHUA PUPPY MAKE MY DAYS BRIGHTER

When I woke up this morning I looked down and saw the covers moving.  A small mound just under the blanket started heading toward my toes, then reversed itself and came charging toward my face.  A few seconds later two great ears – mighty triangles, really — popped out of the covers, followed by some very large eyes – eyes that reminded me of Yoda, or maybe Steve Buscemi.  Whoever it was rolled over on his back and asked for a tummy rub.  While I could think of at least one better way to start the day, this certainly came in a strong second.

When I joined Sande Riesett’s Show Your Soft Side Campaign two years ago as a photographer, the intent was to deter animal abuse.  But a strange thing has happened along the way.  I’ve seen the campaign enrich the lives of a good many people, myself included.

But first, a quick detour.

Since the 1980’s I’ve loved cats.  Even a cursory glance of my first Soft Side blog makes it clear I prefer them over dogs – at least I did at the time.  Then one by one, we photographed men with their dogs, and one by one, I witnessed some very special relationships that made me think differently.  (Hearing Sande say “awwwwwwwww” every shoot also helped.)

 

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MMA fighter Dave Daniecki with Portia & Bentley

Dogs.  I’ve always liked them, but in years past, never enough to bring one home.  Not so my wife.  Two years ago she got Ava, a 10-lb Havanese bundle of ain’t-I-the-one.  Ava is attached to Annette by an invisible rope that’s about ten feet long.  Wherever Annette goes, Ava goes.  And if Annette actually leaves home without Ava, that little girl will sit in the kitchen and wait for her mama’s return.  Wait and wait and wait.  On occasion, I’ll lure her away with a treat, and wonderfully, she’ll actually hang out with me for a while, but sooner or later, and usually it’s sooner, she’ll return to her post.  Life has many uncertainties, especially for little Ava, but one thing is certain:  her keeper will eventually open the kitchen door, and the world will be right again.

 

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Annette & Ava

Being out of the loop, I had an inspiration.  What if I got my own dog?  But as a guy, would I have to get a large one?  I’ve never wanted a big dog.  I know they’re loyal, loving and man’s best friend, but I’m guessing they’re not for me.  I know this sounds bad, but I don’t want to deal with a lot of mess.  A friend of mine has not one but two Newfoundland dogs.  Hearts of gold.  Loving animals.  But drooling machines.  Running faucets of stuff.  And big.  Many pounds of shedding-fur big.  These guys could play for the Ravens.

As for small dogs, they’ve never been a draw for me either.  My sister has two miniature teeny-weeny tiny-toy la-la-la something-or-others.  Little poofs of fur with piercing eyes and very demanding attitudes (though I’m guessing my sister had a hand in that).  “Hey!  You!  I want a  lap and I want it NOW.  With a cheese-ball.  The ones with peanut butter. Got it? No chicken dings.”   They give my sister a great deal of joy, but no, I don’t want a poof-ball.

 

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“This is gonna cost you extra.”
Oliver Mogol at his photo-shoot

So what’s a guy to do?

Get a Chihuahua, said a voice from within.

A Chihuahua?  Really?  Aren’t they snappy little demons that will take your finger off?

I’m not exactly sure how I settled on a Chi.  I didn’t know the first thing about the breed.  A friend of mine with three dogs did tell me his Chi was the best of the bunch.  And not long after that, I saw a Chihuahua puppy playing in the grass, having the best time that any living being has ever had in this or any other universe.  But that was it.  All the information I had.

Then one day, Darlene Sanders of BARCS (the Baltimore Animal Rescue and Control Center) brought 15 kittens to the studio for a shoot, and right before we started I blurted out:  “Darlene, d’ya have any nice Chihuahuas at the shelter, I mean, good guys who don’t growl and go to war?”  I saw a twinkle in Darlene’s eyes, as if she knew something I didn’t, but all she said was, “Leo, let me work on that.”

 

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no. 6 of 10 kittens that landed on Justin Daniels
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After that, all I was thinking was:  what have I done?

Two weeks later, Darlene sent me an email that said that while she didn’t generally take to Chihuahuas, she did like this little guy named Archie, who’d been found at a Royal Farms six months earlier.  After being taken to the shelter, Archie had somehow persuaded Danielle, a BARCS employee, into fostering him at her home, where he now hung out, along with three other dogs that were seven or eight times his size.

Within a week, I drove to BARCS with Lisa Feather, our Soft Side animal handler, to vet Archie.  We spent 45 minutes with the little guy, indoors and out.  He passed every test.  Bottom line:  he’s a love bug, and the worst that can be said of him is … he’s also a serial licker so bring your raincoat.

 

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“You got any room for me?”
At the shelter –the 1st photo I took of Archie.

The following week Annette was going out of town to visit her parents.  I waited for that to happen before I brought Archie home.  I wanted just us guys to bond.  No way did I want to deal with a love-fest trio of the three A’s – Annette, Ava & Archie.  uh uh.  I’m no fool.

 

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“Can I have another, please?”

Luckily, the plan worked.  That’s not to say Archie doesn’t hang out with the women.  He does.  Especially if the circumstances promise opportunity — like special attention from Annette, or relay races with Ava, or an empty yogurt cup to attack.  But he also knows that guys have to stick together, so eventually returns to me as home base.

It’s been a year and a few months since Archie joined our home, and I can’t begin to describe the pleasure he gives us. Ava, for instance, loves to wrestle with him, and once in a while will even let him win.  When they tumble and growl and pounce — and roll over and over and over — everything in the world stops.  It’s better than watching a movie.

As for his manners, I don’t know where he learned them, but the little guy is so quiet and polite, he could’ve dined at Downton Abbey.  No aggression, no begging, no whimpering.  Just a calm and quiet demeanor, patiently waiting with grace and joy for the world to turn his way.

He’s also a star at stealth.  On request, he’ll “disappear,” making him a great traveling companion.  All I need to do is cover him, and on cue, he shuts down and goes to sleep.  This is particularly helpful when I throw a shirt over his bed in the passenger seat of my car, or when I close the top of his messenger bag when entering a store.  (On occasion, he will get curious and peak out of the bag, but so far we haven’t gotten into trouble.)

 

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He also goes to work with me.  (Actually, if I can get away with it, he goes everywhere with me.)  When we get to the studio he says hi to his friends, asks for a treat from a few loyalists, then runs up his carpeted doggie stairs to his Martha Stewart bed, which awaits him on my desk alongside the keyboard.

During the day, when I look over and see him contently sleeping, a quiet calm passes over me and I can’t help but smile inside.

 

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second home — the studio

 

Life is good.

With Archie, it’s even better.

 

 

Why Does Baltimore City Want to Take The Show Your Soft Side Campaign from Sande Riesett?

Why Does Baltimore City Want to Take The Show-Your-Soft-Side Campaign from Sande Riesett?

I think I know something about the Show Your Soft Side Campaign.  I was there when Sande Riesett of Outlaw Advertising conceived the idea.  One day in the Spring of 2011, Sande contacted me and asked if I’d like to be the photographer for an anti-animal abuse campaign she was thinking of launching.  Sande, a true animal lover, had seen a number of incidents of animal abuse in Baltimore city, and she wanted to do something about it.  Her idea? To assemble a team (consisting of a graphic designer, a photographer, a promoter, and herself) to create billboards and posters showing tough-guy role-models in loving relationships with their pets.  The campaign would be pro bono.  Every net dollar would be given to animal shelters and anti-animal abuse causes.  Great idea.  Great people. I was in.

 

Baltimore Raven Torrey Smith & pals

Since then, Sande has worked day in and day out on the campaign.  She meticuously refreshes the Show Your Soft Side Facebook page with news articles, stories and anecdotes, and as a result, the page receives hundreds of thousands of hits each week.  Visit Soft Side’s Facebook page in the morning and go back five hours later.  It will be different.  That’s Sande, sitting at the computer, seven days a week, sending out her message.

The city is teeming with Soft Side images and headlines – on buses and billboards, at bus stops and rail stops, and inside our stadiums.  That’s tens of thousands of dollars and more of vital space, sending out the Soft Side message.  It’s there through Sande’s blood, sweat and tears.

Have you ever visited one of our many festivals during the dog days of Summer when the temperature closes in on 100?  If you have, you’ve seen a friendly blonde-haired woman standing in the Soft Side booth where you can buy a poster for $5.00.  That woman is Sande, and whatever she weighed that morning, she weighed five pounds less by the end of the day.  I also promise you this:  whatever time you left the festival, she was still there.

Have you ever been to a Soft Side Charity event?  Each season at least one is held, where you can attend, socialize, eat, drink, and meet some of the “Softies,” from MMA figher/promoter John Rallo to Baltimore Raven Torrey Smith.  Can you guess who conceived of these events?  Can you guess who was instrumental in setting them up?

 

news anchor Rod Daniels & Bandit

This past weekend the Soft Side team went to NYC to shoot two subjects for upcoming billboards. Every dollar spent on that trip came from the personal pockets of the Soft Side members. No member of the Soft Side team has earned a dollar from the campaign.  Quite the contrary, everyone, and most of all, Sande, is out of pocket.

Since the Fall of 2011, I’ve spent hundreds of hours working with Sande to create most of the photographs used in the Soft Side campaign.  After each shoot, we review the photographs.  More specifically, we put on our gloves and spar.  “I like this one, Sande.”  “No Leo, look at this, where he’s cradling the puppy in his arms. How cute is that?”  “But Sande, look at the little one in no. 5238.  You see those big eyes?”  Back and forth we go.  Fighting and fighting and fighting.  I’ve never worked for an advertising person like Sande.  I wish we could clone her.

What has Baltimore City done in this campaign?  I couldn’t say.  I’ve never worked with them nor seen them expend any efforts on the campaign.  The only exception is the time I saw a newsclip of the Mayor at a press event.

 

MMA fighter Dan Daniecki & pals

Today, 26 June 2013, I read an article in the Baltimore Sun.  The article states that Sande filed an action in Federal court to establish that she, not Baltimore City, owns the intellectual property that is the Soft Side Campaign.  In the article, Ryan O’Doherty, a spokesperson for Mayor Stepanie Rawlings, is quoted as saying that “[h]opefully, this is not an effort to privatize and monetize a city public asset.”  This person could not know Sande Riesett.  This person could not know what Sande has given of herself for Soft Side.  This person should rethink what he stands for.

The Soft Side Campaign is Sande Riesett’s creation.  It is her child, her message, her intellectual property.  True to her nature, she offered to freely license the campaign to Baltimore City.  But the City and its officials want more.  They want to take her creation and claim it for themselves. To their mind, it is apparently unacceptable to spread the Soft Side message beyond Baltimore.  Why is the city taking this postion? To what end?  Who benefits?  Answer these questions and you answer the larger question of who is right and who is wrong and what is really happening here.

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related post:  Photographing the Show-Your-Soft-Side Campaign

addendum links:

Baltimore Mayor’s office refuses to endorse Commission Report criticizing City’s anti-animal abuse efforts.  In protest, Chairman Caroline Griffin resigns.  See click here and click here.

 

 

 

 

 

Photographing the Show-Your-Soft-Side Campaign

BAD BOYS & THE COMPANY THEY KEEP

I love cats.  They’re the most graceful beings on the planet, and when they’re not hunting down mice or asking for a little loving, they’re hanging out in some kind of half-awake meditative state that monks surely spend a lifetime trying to achieve.  I’ve been the keeper of a few cats in my life, the most memorable of whom was Max, a mixed Russian Blue/British Short Hair who was one Big Boy.  Max was top cat, the Buddha/Emperor of the household, which meant that Jack, his adopted feline brother, lived to serve only him.  At times I did quite a bit of serving myself, but I didn’t mind, my service came with a mighty reward, for when I awoke in that darkest of hours, 3 o’clock in the morning, a time when existence is questioned and the abyss seems right around the corner, I would sometimes hear the Big Boy sleeping on his back alongside me, legs splayed in all directions, snoring, and with that comforting sound all seemed well with the world.

I’m a fan of dogs too.  If there’s anyone who lives to love and serve only you, it’s your dog, and a bond like that is a life-giving force.  So I well understand those who prefer the company of dogs to cats.  That’s what makes the world go ‘round.  Some people like PBS, some like SPIKE, and some even like the LIFETIME channel.

In our household, my wife, Annette, and I live with Sophie, a cat who’s quite content to hiss at you for no reason at all, and Ava, a Havanese puppy who lives to play play play, mainly with Annette, who Ava follows everywhere, and I mean everywhere, including the bathroom.

 

“I’m standing here, you make the move ….”

 

Given the above, when Sande Reisett of Outlaw Advertising asked me this past Spring if I’d be interested in shooting super-athletes and their pets for a poster campaign, I immediately said yes.  So what was the goal of the campaign?  Like most effective ideas, the concept was simple.  Sande wanted to show tough-guy role-models in loving relationships with their pets.  Two incidents helped spark the idea.  First, Sande told me of an incident in Baltimore City when she was about to pet a dog, only to be told to stop because the dog was being trained as a fighter.  The loving touch of a caring person was forbidden.  Second, Sande told me about Phoenix, a female pit bull who was allegedly torched to death by two brothers, Travers and Tremayne Johnson, both of whom are presently being prosecuted.

So who were we going to photograph?  Sande didn’t know, but she was working on it.  As for the images themselves, we agreed that a dramatic black background was the look we wanted.  This would supply Hanna Mayer, the art director who would design the poster, with built-in drama.  In preparation for the day Sande would call with the first assignment, I searched the internet for inspiring images of men and their dogs, focusing in particular on images showing a strong relationship – a connection, a dialogue, that intangible energy that flows between friends.  In looking, I arrived at two conclusions.  First, I wanted the faces of the subjects to be close to each other, an easy task if the dog was small, but one requiring a little more thought (and perhaps a prop or two) if the dog was a big boy.  Second, I wanted to make sure I could capture enough of the subjects’ faces to give the viewer a feeling of their essence.

THE METHOD

I love to photograph people.  The portrait is probably my favorite genre as a photographer.  Typically, when someone comes to my studio for a portrait, the experience becomes an exploration.  We sit, perhaps drink coffee, and get to know each other in as much as five or ten minutes will allow.  Here, my goal is to establish a personal connection and make the subject comfortable.  Then we go before the lights and shoot — and look at the results – and shoot — and look at the results — and shoot  –  until we’re happy.  Both of us.  (Before we start, I tell the subject I want to be happy too.)  More often than not, by the second or third round of shooting, the subject is totally relaxed and actually having fun.  The process itself includes quiet moments as well as times when I engage the subject with questions and mind games.  I like to think of the shoot as a mind/Zen/jump-off-the-cliff experience that dissolves a person’s mask, leading to defining moments of character, joy, contemplation, and whatever else may lie within.

Altogether different is the headshot.  Whether it be a musician, an attorney, a CEO, or someone promoting their business, the goal of my headshots is usually the same:  I try to capture power and intelligence wrapped in a friendly personna.  The process is painless and quick, maybe ten to twenty minutes, sometimes a little more, but again, I ask the subject to continue until we’re both happy with the available choices.

Then there is the campaign shoot.  Like the headshot, it has a defined goal, a given look to be achieved.  And like headshot, it can also be quick, but unfortunately, not by choice.  When dealing with large companies or organizations, time is an imperative, so after your allotment, you’re done, whether you like it or not.  For this reason, I usually try to visit the campaign site on a day in advance of the shoot to play with my setup.  In addition to lighting challenges, a campaign can also present a problematic venue, a cast of contributors, less control over the final product, and a deadline right around the corner.

The shoot may also be visited by the press.  Now I realize that having the press attend a photo shoot can be very good for a campaign.  On the other hand, the more people I don’t know at a shoot, the less control I have, and if they’re shooting the shoot, well … the voltage in the room can increase to a level that easily rattles the environment.  This can result in great news footage, but lousy still shots.

ADAM JONES & MISSY

In early May, Sande told me our first subjects were Baltimore Oriole Adam Jones and Missy, a Labrador retriever.  Big dog.  Very big dog.  As strong as AJ might be, there would be no carrying this dog.  We either needed a table for Missy, a sofa for the two of them, or the floor.  And as much as I wanted the shoot to take place at my studio, where I am Master and Commander, that was not going to happen.

A day before the shoot, I drove to Oriole stadium to scout out the venue.  I was greeted by a very helpful Kristen Schultz, director of Special Events, who took me on a long and winding walk that ended when she ushered me into a room which, for a location shoot, fulfilled my worst nightmare.  It was no larger than 12 by 20, with a ceiling that could send a claustrophobe running.

“Uh, Kristen … do you have a slightly larger space?”

While I’m all for improvisation, some things are impossible.  With three Elinchrom RX 600 lights, a nine-foot wide backdrop stand, and a Photek Illumnata II Octagonal Light Bank measuring 52 inches in diameter, this room was a row boat when I needed a cruise ship.  The Photek couldn’t be raised to an appropriate height, the closed nature of the room would create too much flash bounce-back, and because the subjects needed to be at least 8 to 10 feet from the backdrop, even if everything else worked, I’d be shooting them from the hall.

“How about the media room, Leo?  That’s where we hold our press conferences.  It’s quite large.”

“That will work.”

The following day I drove back to the stadium for a 2 PM shoot.  Mike Diamond, a photographer friend, met me to assist in the setup, and Sande came armed with peanut butter and toys.  With some improvisation during the shoot, the basic setup is that

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

which you see in the accompanying diagram and photograph.  (Simply click the images to make them larger.)  While I assumed that in the end, we might go for a “gritty” look, my goal was to obtain a gentle light throughout the shoot.  Why?  Because in Photoshop it’s easy to turn a gently-lit subject into a gritty one — particularly with the right plugin — but not so easy (at least for me) to do the reverse.  For location shooting, the Photek softbox is so effective in achieving a gentle light that it rivals the cumbersome and much more expensive 74 inch Elinchom Octa Light Bank which is permanently parked in my studio.

With the setup done, I asked Sande the inevitable question.  “Is there gonna be press?”

“I don’t think so,” she said, knowing that would make me happy.  “The last I heard, they’re not coming.”

At 1:45 PM, the press arrived.  Shortly after 2, Adam Jones and Missy appeared.  With cameras rolling, and I don’t mean mine, an odd feeling that I was in a movie took over, and way too much energy surged through the room.  I made the mistake of getting caught up in the voltage rather than tempering it down.  So while, for example, I try to

 


make the subject comfortable by expressing satisfaction with the images we’ve got, this time I was so enthusiastic the powers in charge cut my allotted time by a third.  This is not good.  Over time I’ve well discovered that in formal shoots, more shots lead to more choices.  It’s one of those rare exceptions to “less is more.”

As for the shoot itself, Missy was a sweetheart, but not what I’d call a trained model.  She was all over the place, and I just kept clicking, trying to capture both faces.  When the dust finally settled, I found two images that caught my eye.  In one, we see Missy licking a smiling Adam Jones, and in the other Missy and Adam are having a quiet moment face to face.  I went back and forth on these, but thankfully, Hanna and

 


Sande chose what I do believe is the best of the two, as shown in the poster.  For me that image works because a wide-eyed and vulnerable Missy is lovingly looking at a man whose soft touch and closed eyes completes the connection with equal emotion.  (If I could turn Adam’s face 15 more degrees toward the camera, I would, but hopefully, the angle as is doesn’t bother most people.)

JOHN RALLO & DOOBIE  

A month later, Sande called me again – this time with good news and bad news.  The bad news was that our next subject, MMA fighter/promoter John Rallo, also couldn’t make it to the studio.  One of his little guys, Doobie, was ill, so we’d have to do the shoot in his basement.

“Basement?  Do we know how big it is?”

“Noooooooooo.”

The good news was:  Doobie was a cat!  And as an even greater bonus:  this time there really would be no press.

On 22 June, with not the highest of expectations, I met Sande at John Rallo’s home at 8:30 in the morning.  As soon as I opened the door, things started looking up.  First, John was as nice as could be.  Second, the man was cut.  Third, strong face.  Fourth, perfect tank top.  Fifth, and best of all:  tattoos.  We’re not talking one or two.  If you wanted to read Dante’s Inferno as a graphic novel, John’s your man.  He had heaven, hell and everything in between all over his chest and arms – and they, along with the rest of him, would look just great under the lights – if the basement was big enough.

It was.

The John/Doobie shoot was relaxed … except for Doobie.  Unlike Missy, who just wanted to play, Doobie wanted out.  Who are these barbarians, and why is that creature with the little clicking box making ridiculous coo-cooing sounds at me?  Get these lights outta here, and take yourselves with them.  We tried various poses, and once in a while Doobie was kind enough to show his face.  Two factors saved the shoot.  First, my feather duster.  It’s a hit with Sophie and Ava, so I brought it along and finally remembered to get it out.  Second, both John and Sande suggested we do a simple pose with John and Doobie looking into the camera.  This didn’t strike me as promising as I generally find posing to be stiff, but in this case I couldn’t have been more wrong.  John is a natural in front of the camera, so when he went into his “bad boy” look, he was so good he could’ve joined the cast of The Expendables.

 

 

Equally important, as I waved the feather duster in front of my camera, I saw Doobie open his pupils and look at me like I was a mouse, albeit a big one.  He was finally on board and wonderfully doing exactly what John was doing — and there lay the connection.  Two bad boys, ready for action.  When it came time to choose the John/Doobie poster shot, nothing came close.  (Shortly after the shoot, Doobie passed on, but I’ve no doubt he went out with a fight.)

As an aside, one lesson reconfirmed by this shoot is something I try (but sometimes forget) to practice as a photographer:  listen to your subject (and in this case, Sande as well).  In other words, let the shoot become a collaboration.  People generally know what works for them.

JARRET JOHNSON & TUCKER

On 17 August, Sande gave me another call.

“Hey Leo, what are you doing Sunday morning?”

“Having a couple over for brunch — long overdue.  They invited us for dinner more than a year ago.  We’re a little slow.”

Silence.

“Don’t tell me, Sande.  The Ravens gave us Sunday.”

It was true.

The subjects were linebacker Jarret Johnson and his pal, Tucker.  (Double J also has a Shih Tzu.  Now that would’ve made quite a couple.)



At 11 AM on Sunday, I met Sande at the training facility of the Baltimore Ravens, otherwise known as “the Castle.”  (Sande’s husband, Don, came to assist.  The fact that he’s a huge Ravens fan and doesn’t know anything about setup is really just a coincidence.)  The room was big, I was given plenty of time to set up, and everything was just right.

Then the press arrived.

Then something delayed the Ravens practice.

Then finally, Double J and Tucker arrived.  JJ couldn’t have been more friendly and cooperative, and while Tucker was distracted by a relatively busy room, he sometimes settled down to give me a few good shots.  Again, in the final selection, a posing shot seemed best, probably because in the loving shots, Tucker’s face wasn’t as visible as we’d have liked.

 


I used a gentle light once again, and added the needed grit in post-processing.  While the grit and contrast of the final image is a giant step from the original, the technique used would have allowed me to go even further, to the point of unreality.  Here lies one of the great challenges of Photoshop:  it is so potent it temps you to go too far — and if I get to a point where I can see my own work, I know I have.

THE CAMPAIGN

I’m not sure what horizon Sande envisioned when she conceived of this project, but as I write this on 4 November 2011, the “Show Your Soft Side” campaign is alive and kicking and growing.  As reported by Jill Rosen in a Baltimore Sun article, the campaign was launched during the latter part of September.  Since then, posters and billboards with Sande’s tagline, “Only a punk would hurt a cat or dog,” have appeared throughout Baltimore City, and a Facebook page devoted to the campaign has over 4,600 members.  Supportive events and additional media coverage are planned.  But more important is the question:  will the campaign have an impact?  Hopefully, it will lead to significant contributions for animals in distress.  As for the message itself, that will take some time, but one would hope that with continued support, it will eventually reach those who most need it.

RELATED:

main page for the Show Your Soft Side Campaign

outtakes from the Show Your Soft Side Campaign

blog entry:  Why Does Baltimore City Want to Take the Show-Your-Soft-Side Campaign from Sande Riesett?  

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6 Comments

  1. Posted 21 November 2011 at 3:06 pm by Renee Toenies | Permalink | Edit

    I love, love, LOVE this campaign! (I have a pick of JJ and Tucker hanging on my fridge! 8o) You have taken fabulous photos, and really captured the love between those bad boys and their furbabies. It was great to read your side of the story. Thank you for doing this!
    Renee Toenies
    Lonsdale, MN

  2. Posted 21 November 2011 at 4:47 pm by Lillie Ruby | Permalink | Edit

    The lighting of the photos in this campaign is so absolutely spot on, I feel like bawling every time I see a new photo. Sharp, clear, and flattering to the subjects but not too glossed up – so the men look rugged and real…. a perfect photographic balance of masculine sexiness and heartfelt sweetness.

  3. Posted 21 November 2011 at 8:11 pm by GABRIELA VEYRO TOACH | Permalink | Edit

    beautiful

  4. Posted 21 November 2011 at 9:31 pm by Debby | Permalink | Edit

    Thank you for sharing your side of the photo shoots. It was interesting to read the challenges presented to you. Your shots are fabulous and your contribution to this campaign is unmeasurable! Thank you.

  5. Posted 22 November 2011 at 11:13 am by Caroline Griffin | Permalink | Edit

    Your extraordinary talent is surpassed only by your generosity to this campaign. As the Chair of the Mayor’s Anti-Animal Abuse Advisory Commission, you have my profound gratitude for helping the many crime victims that have no voice.

  6. Posted 22 November 2011 at 3:20 pm by Leo Howard Lubow | Permalink | Edit

    Thanks everyone for the kind comments! I’ve really enjoyed this campaign, and look forward to seeing it grow. :<)

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