No Hunting. No Tresspassing with Gino Mondino
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Most Models, male or female, would not have had the courage to pick up this project.
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I was shooting in Las Vegas with Irocktoday in the summer of 2014, and Gino wandered by with these European swim trunks. The photographer, noticing, calls out, "Hey you! Come shoot couples with my model!"
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I have never seen a photographer pull someone off the street like that. I remember thinking, what the heck is she doing?
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Gino, good natured and up for an adventure, doesn't hesitate.
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He asks the photographer what she wants him to do.
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"Just do whatever, it's fine."
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Not much help there...
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For the first minute, Gino is uncomfortable, and it shows.
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I take him aside.
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"You've had a girlfriend, right?"
"Yeah...."
"...and you've played pretend when you were a kid?"
"Yeah..."
"That's all this is. Play pretend, and forget the camera. I swear I won't hit you if you accidentally brush a breast. Ok?"
30 seconds later, Gino hits the ground running, going from statue of David uncomfortable to relaxed and at ease in his own skin.
Enter female Russian model Albina.
Things go downhill for a second.
But Gino bucks up.
Impressed with his shoot, I ask Gino "Do you want this? Are you serious? Will you work? I won't help you if you're going to flake on me. I don't train models. I will push you, I will throw you into crazy stuff, I will help you, but I need to know RIGHT NOW are you all in or not?"
Gino's all in.
I set up a shoot with Nevada Fantasies.
Gino has now had 2 hours total camera time in his life.
We get to the desert, and my feet hit the ground running.
"I'm gonna go see what I can play with, Nevada."
Butch: Uh oh.
Gino looks at Nevada. "What?"
"You haven't known Dove very long have you? I'm thining I'm gonna get in my car, drive back to the city, and leave you here at her mercy."
Nevada turns to get his camera, and Gino has a moment.
What the hell did that mean?
We're at an old broken down corral in the Nevada desert, 101 degress, briars in the dirt, barbed wire and nails everywhere, and I see this old tire.
No Hunting No Tresspassing is painted in white around the tire, and an idea is born. I find an old broken down hitching post.
I grin at Gino.
"Strip"
"What?"
I'm going to tie you to that hitching post, roll in the dirt, and we're gonna do No Hunting No Tresspassing, barbarian bitch comes out of the desrt and kidnaps poor tattood bad ass. Barbed wire corral, the tire, old rope, busted hitching post, you get the idea. Kidnapped play thing."
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Gino does NOT freak out, despite that when I get loose in this scene, he has to grab my hair and literally lift me off the ground so that the shot is real. Despite the fact that he has to literally choke me with anger on his face, without hurting me.
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Gino rolls with the punches. Gino does not mind being stuck with briars in his skin and crazy ass models with crazy ass ideas. Gino has guts.
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A selection of No Hunting, No Tresspassing.
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