Click….*POOF!!*
Today I attended my first live model shoot (as opposed to the dead variety, which I anticipate to be fairly morbid and quite inexpressive).
Whatever eyebrow raising reaction I might have at the client’s (whom I assumed to be the merchandiser, not the boss, who was sitting idly by sms-ing on his SE Z600 phone) choice of clothes (I mean, come ON. White and blue chequered shirt with a blue tie?? GEEZ! Even the model cringed) and the fact that there was a skinny 6’2” white dude in his undies changing in front of me was overshadowed by a massive headache I was experiencing the whole day.
Oh, alright. He wasn’t skinny. He had a six pack and fairly large and not entirely unenviable biceps. But it wasn’t one of those Jon Johansson or however you spell his name(that Manhunt winner) kind of six pack. It was a kinda slightly lean and lanky kind. If that makes sense.
ANYHOO, moving on before my sexuality comes into question here, I found out the hard way that flashing bulbs and all the trappings of a professional photo studio in action are so, so very painful when you have a mother of all headaches. Even with my eyes closed I could see red poofs blowing up here and there. Ouch, to say the least.
And I think I figured out what was making me disconcerted for most of the day thereafter. Ok, it went something like this:
(while watching Art Director fold the model’s pant legs up)
Model: You know, some people say I look like Mr. Bean. And even Jim Carrey sometimes.
Me: Um…ok.
(short, uncomfortable pause followed by an effort to both be polite and make small talk).
I don’t see the resemblance.
Hey, I thought it was polite! It only occurred to me much later that I might have been rude. But seriously, would anyone want to look like Mr Bean??
Tsk. And he was a nice chap too.
Oh, and if you wanna see what he looks like, there should be a larger than life (about 2m) display of him in the Robinson’s store display come Monday and a print ad around next week.
Yo.
Whatever eyebrow raising reaction I might have at the client’s (whom I assumed to be the merchandiser, not the boss, who was sitting idly by sms-ing on his SE Z600 phone) choice of clothes (I mean, come ON. White and blue chequered shirt with a blue tie?? GEEZ! Even the model cringed) and the fact that there was a skinny 6’2” white dude in his undies changing in front of me was overshadowed by a massive headache I was experiencing the whole day.
Oh, alright. He wasn’t skinny. He had a six pack and fairly large and not entirely unenviable biceps. But it wasn’t one of those Jon Johansson or however you spell his name(that Manhunt winner) kind of six pack. It was a kinda slightly lean and lanky kind. If that makes sense.
ANYHOO, moving on before my sexuality comes into question here, I found out the hard way that flashing bulbs and all the trappings of a professional photo studio in action are so, so very painful when you have a mother of all headaches. Even with my eyes closed I could see red poofs blowing up here and there. Ouch, to say the least.
And I think I figured out what was making me disconcerted for most of the day thereafter. Ok, it went something like this:
(while watching Art Director fold the model’s pant legs up)
Model: You know, some people say I look like Mr. Bean. And even Jim Carrey sometimes.
Me: Um…ok.
(short, uncomfortable pause followed by an effort to both be polite and make small talk).
I don’t see the resemblance.
Hey, I thought it was polite! It only occurred to me much later that I might have been rude. But seriously, would anyone want to look like Mr Bean??
Tsk. And he was a nice chap too.
Oh, and if you wanna see what he looks like, there should be a larger than life (about 2m) display of him in the Robinson’s store display come Monday and a print ad around next week.
Yo.
