Sunday, 8 May 2011
Chasing my own updates....
Phew! Been running around like a fiend! Starting Thursday, there was the Horvat family shoot and in the evening the same day, barely an ice-cream in between, was the concert in the old downtown Princes' castle, which Inga invited me to. It was truly lovely. I got to take almost as many 'backstage' shots as I would ever want (never much of a main event person), ultimately using the lack of light, ever diminishing, to make blurred, hectic shots I am so fond of... The quartet was adorable - four young musicians whose songs, when time came, boomed through the museum and I would stroll and watch the old pieces in private or read somewhere in the dark behind the door... It felt like all of it - all the ghosts, all those things I've seen a thousand times through childhood and imagined the stories, all music was just for me. Their official photographer and his crew set up gear from a dozen or so cases and would take all the right shots, but I was just where I wanted to be: in the 'in between' :))
Day after was the park shoot with the three beauts - Anja, Nina and the little Tina. We tied Starbark to the tree which she nearly rooted out as a small rogue Russel was running around her and we took turns playing with make-up and dodging trash projectiles and insults from a gang of drunk teenage girls. We certainly picked the right time and place for it: the city park on a Friday afternoon is littered - literally - littered with drunk, stones, obscene, vulgar and above all, loud schoolkids. There are some glorified park keepers walking about, but they are useless. Those girls bothered us for hours before we finally left for the day to treat ourselves to ice-cream, making my models seem gloriously pissed off on pictures :D
Saturday I did my best to edit the photos in the morning and then shoveled shit in the afternoon. Again, that is not a metaphor. General wheelbarrowed it downhill on the vineyard slope while I shoveled it on. Needles to say today, on Sunday, I can barely lift my camera. Fuck me but are we fat, old and out of shape :))
Today I had another family shoot scheduled, but they stood me up, so I read on top of an old watchtower, with the entire city beneath me like a playground. Barky barked at pretty much all passing life-forms, eating some, and then two of my another models arrived, Sanela and Mojca, and we shot some more. Then I shot, just to cool down, the General's nephew, had Sunday lunch and then it began to rain. The week of perfect weather is almost over, which is just as well, as this pace is proving tricky. I am so overwhelmed with the new material upon arrival home, I always just rummage through it and then have to force myself to return to the *old* stuff, which may, or may not bring me a little bit closer to the shiny new toys :P
Friday, 6 May 2011
Thursday, 5 May 2011
I notice I am like Zoolander in the sense that I seem to utterly fail to turn left. My life could depend on it during our salsa/zumba practice and I still couldn't do it. I make an interesting *8* when *starting* to turn left and then turn right halfway through it :D
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
The winter is OVER. It's so over it's not even debatable anymore. April is finished, so is my patience with the rain. I have scheduled a portrait photoshoot for Friday, a commissioned photoshoot for Thursday and Gods know what for Saturday, should the weather hold. But that's not half the truth of it.
Ze mutt und ich spanziered (I've been watching way too much Inglorious Basterds :p ) to 'Devil's Gorge' - a delightful trek through a split of a northern hillside, tricky enough to break both your legs if you're not respectful. I wanted to see how far I could get with the dog. We got about halfway. She's quite the little goat, but climbing slippery rocks while there's water all around, is tricky. Perish the though she would get her tummy coat all wet :P
It was hot, sunny, super green and picturesque and it would have been quite annoying to walk two hours on a pavement, if we were not rescued. :))
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Riders on the storm....
In Fringe, a very VERY odd song was playing - one that I instantly needed to turf off, because it kind of touched the strings in my brain i do not feel comfortable vibrating. Like some really ugly set of sounds, different and powerful and entirely unacceptable to me. The General instantly recognized it, loving it and then even playing it for me via YouTube, but we kind of danged/humped/went with it. It is simply not the sort of music my brain can invite face-on. I can never be that high. I could never be that low.
Sometimes I think I should manage passion for someone very pretty, who can sing and live a life of a performer.... There are many very pretty musicians, but almost none of them can a) sing for shit or b) perform. (Gackt comes to mind as a).) David Bowie used to fit, but then he's a hundred and forty years old by now and Morrison is dead and I don't really like un-sober people. Nor do I particularly like people who are legends in their own might. I love the wild in a man, but not if it's chemistry induced. If you're wild, be wild. If you have to die for art, then I better love the art, not the person.
I'll keep looking. I haven't been properly visually committed to anyone in the musical domain since I was twelve. But no, I never really liked someone's music, looks and behavior all at the same time.
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