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Steve Woron's Illustration Studio, 136 Echo Ridge Dr., Vernon Rockville, CT (2025)

08/27/2025

GEN Z SUPERGIRL UNFILTERED

Jill: Steve. We should do a podcast. We’re basically doing it now just in written form. Or a mini-series...

Me: The content is too visual. It would have to be a video. Anyway. Let’s talk about this photo.

Jill: (settles in chair) Sure.

Me: Relax it’s not a deposition. You can even talk in Gen-Z if you like. I’ll just need Mandy to translate.

Jill: Dope. (pause) Pulled up in the Supergirl fit 🦸‍♀️ cape doin’ the most, hair givin’ main character. Photographer said “serve menace” so I hit ‘em with the 👁️👄👁️ stare—felt like I was canceling Lex Luthor on Twitter.
Cape had chaotic good vibes, flappin’ like it had its own agenda 💀 meanwhile I’m tryna hold my NPC boss face 🎮⚡ while inside I’m lowkey gigglin’.
Photographer hypin’ me like “yas Krypton queen” and I’m thinkin “ok bet, extraterrestrial baddie unlocked.” 🌌✨
Whole sesh = peak. Energy: feral but make it Vogue.

Me: (slaps forehead) Geezus...

Jill: (laughing so hard she’s snorting)

Me: MANDY...!!

08/27/2025

More single photos turned to video clips with Klingai.com. The software does a beautiful job rolling that cape majestically in the wind! Wow. Kudos to the lovely model fave; Janet. This one goes in the win column. Lots of "rizz" as the girls say.

08/26/2025

DECORATION
June: 2023
Steve, you know how much I love this one. And there were literally hundreds we took that day. You must be running way behind.

Me: This is a very rare photo, extremely rare.

June: Spill.

Me: I didn’t retouch a thing on this photo, noth-thing, nadda. That’s like the old days, raw, as you see it.

June: For real?

Me: (nods) You literally look like you stepped out of a fairy tale… like the princess who slipped away from a royal ball, only to hide in the roses where no prince could find her.

June: Sexy?

Me: Nah. Three-quarters of you is covered in fabric that could double as a tent for seven dwarves. That face makes it. It just. I-I—

June: Wow, the man, (touches my shoulder laughing) is at a loss for words. A seminal moment, easy, Big Guy. You ok?

Me: Your dad even texted me how thrilled he was with this series of photos. (Note: I had to pass a background check to photograph this enchantress safely nestled in her rose kingdom. No lie. )

June: I remember the bees kept flying around me trying to pollinate me.

Me: Well, now, I think we’ll end there…

June; (laughing)

08/26/2025

I told Izzy don't get your hair wet for other shots. "Yeah, right, Steve!" I underestimated the surf generated by Hurricane Erin.

08/25/2025

RIP TIDE
Ladies had a blast in the Rhode Island big surf courtesy of Hurricane Erin at high tide this Saturday and Sunday. This could've ended differently if Adriah didn't pull them in to shore as the current was getting dangerous and of course they wouldn't listen to me to get out of the surf after a few photos.
Jackie almost got sucked back to her native UK!

08/25/2025

BEYOND YOU (My Attempt at Modeling)

Me: Tell me about this photo…

Mandy: This was right after The Kissening *. The moment I finally coaxed you into standing beside me in "full formal". You looked so sharp, so impossibly composed. Cool.

Me: I guess. (smiles faintly) Kat did my hair perfectly. The suit had been through its battles. Adriah had mended the tear in the crotch and armpit, even made an extra alteration so it would sit just right. I remember setting up the tripod, slipping the remote into my hand, and trying to catch a moment while living in it at the same time. A clumsy magic, but it worked.

Mandy: You look so strong there… and I look so... young.

Me: No, not young—fearless. Radiant. Even then, you carried yourself like someone older than the years on your shoulders. Hard to believe this was nearly three years ago. I’ve watched you unfold since then—into grace, into strength, into a beauty that is less about appearance and more about presence.

Mandy: (bows her head, eyes glistening) Thank you.

Me: I remember the stir we caused that day. The whispers. Some resented that I had chosen to focus only on you for a time, although Reina was with us. (pauses, searching her face) Amanda… did I said something wrong?

Mandy: No… that’s the trouble. You never say the WRONG thing. You say exactly what my heart isn’t ready to hear.

Me: (softly) Sorry...

Mandy: There’s nothing to forgive. It’s only… when I see these photos, I remember who I was then. A girl fighting for notice in a circle of models so much more seasoned. I wanted desperately to be seen… especially by you and Adriah.

Me: And you were. Not because you shouted, or fought, or strained to prove yourself—but because you shone. Your fire, your daring, that endless carousel of exotic wonderful garments… they made you unforgettable. They still do.

Mandy: Awww… stop. So much rizz. (Laughs)

* https://theillustrationstudio.wordpress.com/2025/08/11/the-supergirls-saga-the-kissening-pt-10/

08/22/2025

**Snowbound**

Me: So… this shot—what’s the story?

Mandy: (laughs) Honestly? Feels like it belongs in a Vogue spread titled “How to Break Up with Your Boyfriend in Style.”

Me: Exactly what I was thinking.

Mandy: Rare chance we had snow that day—wasn’t even in the forecast! But it gave everything this dreamy, cinematic vibe. Reina pulled some strings and got us into those mansions. Just the three of us—so much easier than wrangling fourteen people. We played around and made some magic.

Me: And I noticed… you were letting your hair grow out.

Mandy: Mhm. Thought you liked it?

Me: I do—always.

Mandy: So?

Me: Just takes me a second to adjust. I was used to the bob—it framed those gorgeous eyes of yours perfectly.

Mandy: (smiles) Okay, Steve, stop right there. Turn that off, please.

08/22/2025

A Cathedral with No Walls

Me: I understand you like this one?

Dot: Like? I wrote a poem.

Me: Let ‘er rip, tater chip!

Dot: I am Dotty — wind in a cape, a quiet defiance carved against the dark. Perched on ancient stone, I let the cosmos come close enough to count its scars, and in the polished curve of my chest the emblem answers: I am Supergirl tonight — not only a myth hung in red and gold, but a promise shaped by light.

Steve, this is for you: a small, bright homage stitched into the fabric of the frame— you who caught the steadiness beneath my lift, who made the void believe in edges.

Your shutter gave my cape a voice; your light braided starlight through my hair; you turned meteors into punctuation and left me speaking in constellations.

I keep my knees bent against the universe so it cannot pull me away, and hold each drifting world like a held breath, ready to return it to its people.

My boots remember the streets I’ve steadied, saved; my eyes keep the horizon like a map. Here, on this silent reef of rock, I rest as both sentinel and sister —a silhouette that owes its clarity to your seeing.

So call me Supergirl if you must — call me the woman who listens to falling things — but know this: the photograph is our covenant. You framed my courage; I brought it to life.

Together we turned a single, suspended heartbeat into a sky that will not stop giving light.

Me: (jaw dropped) Wow.
Dot: You’re welcome.

Check out the Supergirl Saga, it starts here:
https://theillustrationstudio.wordpress.com/2025/05/10/the-supergirl-saga-the-dot-pt-1/

08/21/2025

"Busting Balls"

Adriah: Well, Steve, what do we have here?

Me: You tell me:

Adriah: It appears to be an over simplistic shot of me in comic book lit spy style drama.

Me: Is that what you see?

Adriah: Yes.

Me: Then that’s what it is. (a beat, pause, sigh) Is it taxing you to get your feeling on the shots?

Adriah: Well no, I—

Me: What is so horrible about sharing a little insight to how it was taken—

Adriah: I’m not—

Me: Must you always bust my balls?

Adriah: Is that—?

Me: Look, if you don’t want to do these just tell me…

Adriah: No, no, that’s not what I’m saying.

Me: Then what are you saying?

Adriah: I’m saying… maybe I don’t always know how to phrase it without sounding like I’m nitpicking.

Me: Nitpicking would still be something. Silence is worse.

Adriah: You always want a dissection when sometimes I only feel something.

Me: Then feel it out loud, for crying out loud. Geezus I'm not asking you to donate a kidney.

Adriah: Easier said than done when you’re glaring at me like I just insulted your ancestors.

Me: I’m not glaring, I’m—waiting. Patiently. Sort of.

Adriah: Sort of being the key phrase.

Me: Okay fine, so give me one word. Just one. That’s all I’m asking.

Adriah: One word?

Me: Yes. One. Word.

Adriah: …“Moody.”

Me: Thank you! Was that so hard?

Adriah: It’s not the hard part, it’s the “you immediately pounce on it like a starving wolf” part.

Me: I don’t pounce, I… encourage.

Adriah: You interrogate.

Me: Tomato, tomahto.

Adriah: More like guillotine, scalpel.

Me: Still tools that get the job done.

Adriah: (sighs) Steve—

Me: Uh-oh, full sigh and name combo. That’s never good.

Adriah: I do appreciate the shots, and your effort. I just… sometimes feel put on the spot.

Me: And sometimes I feel like you’d rather be anywhere but here.

Adriah: That’s not fair.

Me: Neither is you ducking out of giving me anything.

Adriah: (beat) …Okay. You’re right. I could be better at that.

Me: Alright, official business.

Adriah: Do I need a lawyer?

Me: Just the truth.

Adriah: That’s the expensive option.

Me: Then pay up: the apology.

Adriah: I can offer store credit in compliments.

Me: Cash only.

Adriah: Fine. I admire your… persistence. Olympic level.

Me: Flattery is counterfeit. I want the real currency.

Adriah: (squints) You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?

Me: Out loud. In English. Preferably in this decade.

Adriah: What if I whisper it to a fern and let the fern tell you?

Me: The fern’s union says no. Wait, I want witnesses. (waves over Elena and Jackie)

Elena: What’s up? (I make a shhhh sign.)

Adriah: You s**t. (beat) Ugh. Okay. I…

Me: Yesss?

Adriah: I ap— (coughs theatrically) Allergies.

Me: To accountability?

Adriah: To dust. And accountability. Mostly accountability.

Me: Try again, from the diaphragm.

Adriah: I apolo— look, do you need the word, or can we accept a cleverly phrased admission of minor wrongdoing?

Me: I need the word printed on the certificate.

Adriah: There’s a certificate?

Me: Frame’s already picked out.

Adriah: (resigned) Fine. I’m sorry.

Me: Specificity. For?

Jackie: Whoah. I only heard of the apology* but never witnessed it. Damn.

Adriah: (through gritted teeth, with a smirk) For being theatrically evasive, chronically snarky, and treating your perfectly decent shots like a cross-examination.

Me: And?

Adriah: And for making you work for five syllables like they were gold bullion.

Me: Accepted.

Adriah: Great. Do I sign something?

Me: Just initial here.

Adriah: (scribbles) "A. Period". That’s all you get.

Me: Works for the record.

Adriah: For the record, I still reserve the right to be moody about “comic book lit drama.”

Me: Duly noted. But next time, use your words before I break out the forms.

Adriah: Next time, bring snacks and I might volunteer a paragraph.

Me: Deal.

Adriah: (half-grin) And—don’t get used to it—but… sorry. Officially. Happy?

Me: Ecstatic.

* https://theillustrationstudio.wordpress.com/2024/12/15/21-the-snow-white-syndrome-battle-of-the-titans-pt-15/

08/20/2025

"FINE"

ME: So… what do you think?

LEIGH: (flat, then laughs)
I think you can’t get wrinkles out of a blue top with a heat gun. You nearly slow-roasted me.

ME: (defensive)
Why didn’t you say something? I asked if you were okay while I was doing it.

LEIGH: (mock dramatic)
Steve. I lied. I said I was “fine.”
(beat)
Don’t know what that means in woman-speak? How old are you? Married life didn’t teach you “fine”?

ME: (shrugs)
Not in this iteration. Sorry. (raises finger) Here's what works, "Hey, that's hot. Please stop." Let me know if you need me to break that down for you.

LEIGH: (grinning, dismissive hand wave)
It’s fine.
(beat, smirks)
See what I did there? Anyway—congratulations, you can officially patent the Over-the-Shoulder-Coy Look™.

ME: Those eyes—

LEIGH: Those everything.
(pointing)
You were fussing with every lock of hair, like it was a national security issue. All for that sassy pose you love so much.
(beat, admiring)
I love that the front’s barely visible but still there. And the cape—don’t forget the cape.

ME: Cape makes it.

LEIGH: Exactly. Shoulders squared, back arched—straight out of a comic book panel.
(beat, softer)
Awesome. I could see this as one of your drawings.

ME: Oh yeah…

We share a look. Beat.

08/20/2025

DEI Melting Pot shot

Adriah: This is the closest we, well, you, ever got to a Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion photo.

Me: Yeah, I love this photo. It really put Sarah and Kat through the gauntlet of hair styles. My original idea was to arrange them in the order of the color spectrum but I was missing a few colors. This is as close to high fashion as I’ll ever get. Honestly, this right here is what makes America great. My only regret? Mandy wasn’t there. But hey, I followed the brief.

Jackie: Oh, your clip art business?

Me: Huh?

Elena: The stocky pictures stuff you do?

Me: Try again. Anyone? Bueller?

Janet: Microstock photography. What’s a brief?

Me: A brief is a very specific description of a photo an agency requests. Agencies say, “We want X, Y, and Z.” So I give them Z, Y, and X. The specs are called a brief.

Adriah: Oh. It wasn’t easy getting those exact people for that shot.

Me: No kidding. I had to bait two of them. Like, actual snacks or ice cream.

Janet: (laughs) Yeah, that tracks.

08/19/2025

Fireflies
Me: So… what do you think?

Jill: Incredible. Honestly, this one might be my favorite.

Me: Really?

Jill: Yeah. It just feels so earthy and magical. Dot fell in love with it instantly.

Me: (laughs) Of course she did. "Moonbeam Barbie" would definitely love it. Remember when you and I were in the woods and I started catching fireflies for you? You’d never actually seen one up close. I got an empty relish jar, and you had that tiny LED flashlight…

Jill: Oh my god, yes! I remember shining the light around and suddenly they started landing on me. At first, I freaked out—but you told me to relax, that they’re people-friendly beetles with those big fern-shaped antennae. You compared them to ladybugs, which calmed me down. And sure enough, they really were that gentle.

Me: They started gathering around you, not a swarm exactly, but enough to make the moment feel enchanted. Nothing like that over-the-top photo here, though. (grins) The males with glowing tails were out looking for love…

Jill: …And they found-- me! (laughs)

Me: Exactly. I propped the flashlight on the ground so it lit you from below, and we snapped a bunch, many of shots. Most too dark. Later I added way more fireflies than were actually there—definitely not scientifically accurate, but worth it.

Jill: Still, what stayed with me wasn’t the photos. It was that you caught those little lantern bugs just for me, and the others, so I could watch them in my room all night. They twinkled like stars in a jar, and in the morning, I let them go.

Me: Nice!

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