Monday, October 24, 2011

Becoming the enemy

We are getting ready to do a photographic shoot and one says we because one small slave has been roped in as makeup artist. Now it has been a very long time since doing makeup on others... about twenty years. Fuck how does time go so fast like that? Anyway back to this...

The model needs stuff for her portfolio, one small slave needs practise as this probably won't be a one off and the two photographers need to increase their range of experience. One of them in photographing someone else and the other in studio situations... which is very different from the great natural art shots conducted under guerrilla conditions that he does. Basically it will be an all round win, win and a nice relaxed day.

Now the theme is supposed to be pin up... which requires a fresh, slightly plump face, good hair and a youthful glow... though the last one can be faked. These are all qualities that the model, who has graciously volunteered her time, doesn't possess in abundance. In fact one looked at her work and thought fuck... how are we going to work around that? All the while the mind is thinking how are we going to knock off twenty years and what are we going to do with that hair?

Running a critical eye over her one concluded that what she does have was a kick arse body and great legs... and maybe a great back. Perhaps we could do a pony tail... or switch the fishing theme for French maid... which wouldn't need so much youth, but does need good legs... and a small bun for the French maid or failing that, flowers clipped in the hair swept to one side... or better still do a  reverse Christine Keeler... and maybe...

And OMG when did one become the enemy? When did one start to view women as body parts that are separate from the whole? For years one has railed against a system that denigrates women because they are too old, not thin enough, tall enough, pretty enough or perfect enough. For those reasons alone one doesn't buy women's magazines on principle... and yet here one is doing those very things to a woman who has been kind enough to volunteer for this...

Sighs forget about not being a good slave, at the moment one isn't a very good woman either L

2 comments:

K said...

As a former model, I can completely empathize with you here. I try not to get too snarky about other womens' appearances, but when perusing the competition and looking for ideas it was all too easy to begin getting catty in my comparisons. That being said, I think that being able to dismantle & assess all of the flaws and all of the assets is a valuable skill in some situations, yours being one example of this.

Vixen4770 said...

You almost immediately started to work the shoot around her not around the photographer. To me that's a win.