Fashion-style pictures from a photo shoot with Becky in East Park, Hull.
Talented make-up artist Dorota covered Marie Jean in gold coloured body paint, A group photo shoot with a difference, not least due to the reflectiveness of the paint.
Thoughts from my visit to The National Portrait Gallery’s exhibition of 150 original Man Ray portraits.
Sexy girls and a bonafide vampire, 10 photographers, 2 make-up artists, around 30 flashguns. It’s the January meet of the Essex Strobist where we visited Dieselpunk Studios again.
A good friend and former model, helped me understand the process behind a successful fashion shoot, and summed it up in a single, easy to remember sentence. This blog post elaborates on the the idea, and gives a few examples of emotions (hopefully) being communicated successfully.
Outdoor photoshoot in Epping Forest arranged by the Essex Strobists. Despite fewer than expected models, it was a great learning experience.
Essex Strobist went to town in Club Live in Vauxhall. The club was VERY dark, but handheld long exposures supported by flash (and a torch to help the auto focus system) turned the darkness into a feature of this visual short story of a young couple’s argument in a London night club.
I have plenty of snapshots of my dad, but no portraits. So when he came to visit for Christmas, we went out to rectify that situation. It was my first time trying to shoot a dramatic low-key portrait, and I learnt a number of valuable lessons. Although the final result didn’t turn out exactly as expected, I’m glad to finally have a portrait of dad on my desk.
Karen and Paul got married. My good friend Steve and I were taking the pictures. Although the majority of the pictures are good (in my own humble opinion), the main focus of this post is about the lessons I learnt. What could be improved upon, and what should be done different another time?
After having shot a gig in London last night, a couple of friends and I had a few beers. The last train home leaves at 00:50, and, long story short, I missed it 🙁 The first train Sunday morning is at 06.35, so how do you kill a few hours in the middle of the night in the city? Well, since I had my camera with me, I decided to shoot a few night shots.
We were off to see Grease, performed by the theatre school Stagecoach, courtesy of our friend and neighbour Grace, who was in the play. It was an impressive show, and it was wonderful to see the many friends and family members who had brought a camera or video camera along.