… of David’s studio is this little piece of I-don’t-kn0w-what. Maybe a French door or something of that nature with slats in it. One of my favourite things to do was play with the lights just to see what happened.
This Tuesday, my Camera Club is hosting an informal competition. An external judge will critique each picture and award points out of twenty. There is an Intermediate category and an Advanced category. I am in the Advanced category and these are my three entries. For variety, I have selected a composite image (Death of a Maiden), a fisheye image (The Cheat) and a straightforward monochrome (The Fascinator). They’re all pulled from my archives and all have done very well when entered into International Salons, so it will be interesting to see how they fare. I’ll come back on Wednesday and enter the scores.pho
Devonn is the grand-daughter of one of my best friends, Dawn, who was also the best friend of my late daughter, Aisling, so she is very special to me.
As well as being a very beautiful young girl, Devonn is fierce on the football field and destined for a great career in her chosen sport.
She was just fourteen years old when she first came to the studio for a photograph session with her friend, Emma. (Teenyboppers) I was keen to shoot with her again and she proved to be a very responsive and intuitive model. I’m sure we’ll work together again one day when the Covid clouds roll back.
Naked, that is.
I’m often asked if I feel uncomfortable, or even exploitative, when photographing nude women or men.
We all are naked under our clothes. Theirs are just younger and more beautiful than mine.
Clockwise from top left:
Mischkah. Model: Mischkah
Lady of the Mist: Model: Rosa
I Dream in Pink: Model: Eachelle
Nearly Nude. Model: Mischkah
A few pictures of Hannah, pulled from the archives; my favourite model, not just because she’s my grand-daughter but also because she’s so versatile.
Girl in a Red Scarf was a serendipity moment. Hannah was waiting to go on set when I noticed the drama created by the red wall, the scarf and her pink hair. This is literally a grab shot as she moved a few seconds later and the moment was gone. It did fairly well in the international Salons, garnering twelve acceptances and a Silver Medal.
Sunshine and Showers was taken for a competition at Beeston Camera Club. The category was Wet and Hannah’s young man was stood on a stepladder pouring water from a watering can. We hadn’t factored in the wind and she did get quite wet when gusts blew the water In her face. It was all for naught, as well, because I had to add rain in an overlay anyway. Not only that but the picture didn’t overly impress the judge on the night.
Geisha Girl was shot at my daughter Beverley’s home. I took my portable lights round and Hannah’s sister, Sian, painted her face. The flowers were a leftover bouquet from Mother’s Day which was languishing in he shop at half price so we made good use of them. It got accepted into five international Salons.
Wild Child and The Chase came about because I wanted to photograph Hannah’s dad’s Harley Davidson. We couldn’t get it into the studio (two flights of stairs) so Dave Severn arranged for us to use a small room in a car dealership. Wild Thing has only been sent out once (I stopped competing just after I made it) to a circuit in Finland, but it was accepted into three of the four Salons. The Chase has only seen the light of day at Beeston Camera Club where it scored 20/20.
Left: Off Duty
Top Right: Bad News
Bottom Right: Aircraft Overdue
I met Mike at a studio session that had been organised by Dave Severn of Studio 3 by Severn. It was quite a chaotic day with multi models and multi photographers, all ably organised by Dave and his wife, Pamela. It meant that each photographer had a limited amount of time with each model before being moved on. I enjoyed working with Mike and had hoped to spend more time with him in the future but, unfortunately, that is unlikely to happen now.
After listening to Boris on the television tonight I think it’s time for a little light relief and these pictures have always brought a smile to my face.
It was very much a family affair which meant everyone was relaxed. Martyn (left) is Hannah’s dad and Mason (right) is Hannah’s partner.
Over the Christmas and New Year period, we watched a lot of old films on television, including Sunset Boulevard, starring the wonderful Gloria Swanson. It’s one of my all-time favourites and I had it firmly in mind while making the photograph below. The model, who I only ever knew as Peaches, was perfect for what I wanted and this somewhat unconventional portrait – Faded Dreams – became one of my favourites.
Back in 2009, for my degree show, I created a series of black and white portraits which, when assembled in a row, replicated the positions of Jesus and His twelve disciples in Leonardo da Vinci’s The Last Supper (below). All the models were either gay, bi-sexual or trans-sexual (as it was then called, don’t pick me up on this). I rigged up a small studio in my home where I had both north and east facing light. My exhibition, called Outside the Circle, was a success and I was awarded a First Class Honours in Photography. The collected pictures were taken to London to be exhibited and were also mounted in several places in Nottingham. I later converted the one above into a layered, textured image, entitled Inner Conflict, which went on to be featured in Photographic Salons in several different countries.
This photograph was one of my early successes on the FIAP competition circuit, winning gold, silver and bronze medals. This came as a bit of a surprise to me as the shoot had verged on disaster. The model, whose name I have forgotten, was from one of the Eastern European countries and had only a very few words of English, so communications were difficult to say the least. She had a repertoire of practised poses which she persisted in adopting, in spite of my repeated cries of, “No, please no.” I guess she was equally frustrated as she watched this septuagenarian capering about trying to emulate the poses I wanted, in a weird geriatric version of charades. How we arrived at this pose, I have no idea. I think I had just given up on trying to establish any kind of connection and was allowing her to do her thing. Turns out she knew best, after all.