Tuesday, 23 January 2018
Saturday, 20 January 2018
Friday, 19 January 2018
Shot a boudoir yesterday, or at least a test run with the new stuff... I didn't suck completely, but looootsta to learn :D Also got a new phone, because the old one was trying really really hard to stay alive, alas, after 8 years ...It's not new new, but it does open Pokemon Go, so... yay! I'm, only 3 years behind my time, tech-wise.. Not too shabby!
Wednesday, 17 January 2018
... those who carry their own light with them in suitcases
Okay,
here we are. The first false light in. I have become of those who carry their own
light with them in their suitcases.
Well,
manufacturer boxes, as I cannot ATM afford anything other than the light.
Just
one. A light. But it packs a punch.
G et moi
drove to the capital to see how exactly the lights offered in the only shop
with studio gear found so far, actually looks like. This was a good plan. As it
turns out, the ones I had my eye set on were shit. If I ordered them on-line, I’d
have been heartbroken.
Ultimately,
for the budget I had, instead of three lights and a frame for background, I
came home with just the one light. It’s shiny – nowhere near as shiny as I
would need for bigger things, but shiny enough to try and learn how to use it
to the best of its possibilities. I also purchased the big oblong reflector
thingie and ages ago, a long long time ago, I incidentally bought on-line and
have never been able to use until now, a particular beauty dish. Which I now
need to find under a mountain of unused gear.
Now I
need a patient victim to practise on. And I need to figure out transport,
because once we managed to assemble the softbox, I am NOT doing that again.
… and
now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and try to fold back the fucking shiny thing ….
Monday, 15 January 2018
International fetish day
G says if I bring home another button, he will beat me to death with it.
:D
Mnjah mnjah mnjah..
:D
Mnjah mnjah mnjah..
Friday, 12 January 2018
I'm five sheets out of seventeen or eighteen in, sketching the picturebook. So far, I think, it's lovely, but you never know what the client will say. Goose is on pause until these based mock-ups are done, then I need about a month to let them simmer and set. As the deposit hasn't been paid just yet, I haven't been allowed to order any gear on-line. But I'm making lists, oh, lists :D And planning SUCH photoshoots, oh! :D
For the budget G is allowing me to keep (he knows me too well), I've assembled a basic studio set, consisting of two tall tripods and the pole betwen them for background (I want them tall and wide, because it's all fine and cute when it's just one sitter, but if you have a band, and you want anyone to actually move or jump, 3meters is not as much as you thought ... And a black background to begin with. I'll add more later.
As for the lights... Here are my two problems. I have absolutely no idea about the lights. None. I know I want: a) continuous illumination, because I am not a fan of flash-lights or strobes ... and b) I want soft-boxes, not LEDs. I know LEDs may be better, or even exactly what I want, but I need three decent lights to begin with, not one perfect one. I'll buy a LED at some point, sure. But ... It would help if I had any idea what I'm buying. Which I don't. I spent all my career using two shabby dumpy construction reflectors someone had to hold up and move closer or further out.
Oh, and I need a bag. Or something, anything, to carry all this shit around in. You really can't be taken seriously if you show up on a set with four construction lights in shopping bags and a background you borrowed off your mother's curtains. I mean, you can. I just wanna see what it's like if you don't. :D
Thursday, 11 January 2018
...
And in the afternoon naps I get these nightmares about the house burning. Not even burning, just ... the firemen noise right under the window, smoke and not knowing is it our house, is it the next house - what is it? Then grab the kid, who grabs the dog, gets the cats into their box, goes out .. Me, grab the comp disks, the camera gear.. What else can I carry? My chalks, my inks? Those are all in tin boxes, they would be fine in either fire or deluge from the hoses ... The thousands of my books? Nobody else would bother saving books....
.... I wake up from these and my heart is buzzing. Literally buzzing. Like a bunch of tiny pistons hammering one humming buzz.
:/
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