Classic pinup, commissioned for print, a white polka-dot bandana tied up top, red lips, and a look aimed straight down the barrel. A retro brief played completely straight, which is the only way pinup ever works.

We shot it on the beach around the bikes, those green lowrider cruisers with the chrome bars and the braided grips. I got down low and pointed up so a wheel and a fat tire swing across the bottom of the frame, handlebars framing her, pale sky and a few palm fronds filling in behind. Chin propped on one hand, dead calm, like she owned every bike on the sand.

Pinup is one of those things where the second you wink at the camera about how retro it is, the whole thing collapses. So we did not. She held it straight, the bandana and the lips did their job, and the bikes turned a beach into a set. Cherry Bomb. Played completely deadpan, which is exactly why it lands.