THE SCAPEGOAT

THE SCAPEGOAT
Jacqui Jay Grafton
THE SCAPEGOAT
William Holman Hunt

One of my favourites things to do to while away an hour is to take a famous painting and re-interpret it in whatever way takes my fancy. In this instance, as I’m a big fan of of the Pre-Raphaelites, William Holman Hunt was my ‘victim’.

DEVONN

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.

THE GIRL WITH THE GREEN EYES
THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY
YOUNG CONTENDER
TEENYBOPPERS

THE RED DRESS

Back in the days when we could go out and about without a care in the world, I had a three hour studio session booked with Hannah, my favourite model (and also my grand-daughter). I had quite a few different scenarios in my mind and decided to buy a dress off eBay for some of them. My eyes lit on this beautiful red dress with multi-frills on the skirt, a nipped in waist and a sprinkling of sparkles. Perfect! I just knew it would look fantastic on Hannah (I was right) and ordered it. Imagine my horror when it arrived in an A4 envelope, the material was nearly as thin as tissue paper and the whole thing was crushed beyond recognition.
When I tell you that I haven’t used an iron in over thirty years, you can understand why my first impulse was to throw it in the bin and put it down to experience. However, I set the ironing board up (well, Jan set it up. I didn’t know how to do it.) and spent a whole afternoon pressing the creases out of it. On the way to the studio, the dress had two seats all to itself as I was paranoid about it getting creased again.
Anyway, it photographed beautifully and I was delighted with the results. I still have quite a few frames from the day to work on so, hopefully, if my photographic mojo ever comes back I’ll revisit them.
The dress? I left it at the studio for another model to wear on another day. And I haven’t touched an iron since.

Left: Don’t Look Back. Right: The Party’s Over.

CLOWNS TO THE LEFT OF ME …

I’ve heard it said that some people are frightened of clowns. There’s even a term for it – coulrophobia. I’ve never subscribed to this idea myself. They’re just kindly old men entertaining folks at children’s parties and at circuses… aren’t they?

TEARS OF A CLOWN
BRING IN THE CLOWNS
THE THREAT
NO MORE MR NICE GUY

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