Body Art : Amy &MuA

 

I’d been approached by a makeup artist/body painter, via a portfolio hosting/networking site. His standard of work is very high, and I was flattered to learn he’d been keen to work with me for a while. Networking sites are a useful means of connecting with models, photographers and related professionals. Referencing and other important records are there, making shoots much smoother and safer.    

With this in mind, I gently swerved recommending specific models, since the very nature of bodypainting/makeup is a very intimate process. Any recipient needs to be completely comfortable with the artist, beforehand.  

As luck would have it, he had been talking with Amy Jade, prior to lockdown, so with restrictions being progressively relaxed, they mutually agreed to Thursday evening. This suited me, since extended hours of daylight were conducive to location shooting-public decency permitting.  

Some last-minute correspondence confirmed this was a comfortable proposition for all parties. The shoot itself was relatively short, about an hour, which was also the artist’s timescale for undertaking the design. Amy has tattoos, although these aren’t extensive, which also shortens preparation time, since additional coverage isn’t required.  

Ultimately model and MUA are happy with my work, and I enjoyed the experience.   

Emma

Emma is a full time Nanny who has recently dipped her toe in the murky, though sometimes magical waters of modelling. She approached me, in the context of a fashion/portraiture themed commission. At 5'9 and blessed with an hour glass figure, Emma has more options than shorter models.

Modelling demands stamina. Mental and physical discipline. Dancers tend to fare very well, in this respect, some enjoying successful careers, well into their 40's and 50's.  Emma practices Ariel hoops, alongside more generic gym work, which became quite evident as time progressed. 

Sadly, I wasn't surprised to learn she's had some very inappropriate, and downright distasteful approaches from some "photographers". I am of course referring to those predatory people with no interest in the profession, or creative ability. 

The sort who use a camera as frontage, a legitimate means of approaching young women, but with much darker intent. This has spawned a new market, referred to colloquially as GWT (Girl With Tits). Arguably a mirror image of the GWC (Guy With Camera), these are women offering to "model" naked for £40ph. I've been approached by a few, in the last couple of years. Graciously decline, block and move on. Mind you, fair play to them, if they can secure regular custom and stay safe!

Commuter towns tend to lack characterful landmarks but Emma knew of several suitable settings, so I followed her lead. 

A railway backdrop was arguably the best, even if we were photo-bombed by a seemingly endless procession of secondary school children. While we pondered the probability of a carefully engineered, mass bunk-off, most passed with a palpable sense of  sheepish deference. 

This set were taken with my A58 and 50mm 1.8 prime, although the A6000 and 35mm Sigma also saw some action. While not formally trained as a Make Up Artist, Emma shows genuine competence, which is another, definite plus. Her fair complexion and rich auburn hair contrast beautifully, so I prioritised colour, although converted a few to monochrome, which she also seems pleased with. 

  

Morning Worship Amongst Falling Leaves

I specialise in working with newcomers and models returning to the profession. I have no upper age limit, but am reticent to work with anyone, younger than 21.

The reasons are varied both legal, moral and personal. I shoot a variety of styles, from fashion, portraiture and wedding to what’s termed implied and classic/art nude. Valid ID and record keeping are not the issue here.

Rather, I am aware of incidences, where 18-year old models have participated in a nude, or topless shoot without fully realising the implications. One was trying to reclaim and ultimately regain control of these intimate images.

Whether she had been unduly influenced, by a photographer, or had done so of her own volition was unclear. Unfortunately, she had signed a model release form, permitting the photographer to use such images, for his own and broader, commercial purposes.

I have also been approached by parents, managing their teenage daughter’s modelling schedules, wanting me to work with them. I always decline, since their communications suggest my personal and professional boundaries are likely to be pushed, or disrespected. My son is almost 16. Would I want him modelling at this age? No.   

That said; my emphasis upon thorough pre-shoot screening and communication means sometimes, I will “Take a view”. Some people in their late teens show better judgement and maturity than adults in their 30s. Nonetheless, clothed fashion, portraiture, or lifestyle are my limits.  

Paige MJ is a case in point. Aged 18, she had only been modelling for a matter of weeks and wanted me to shoot her, on location at Flitch Way in Braintree. She was seeking to create something edgy, with a punk flavour. Several messages were exchanged, specification agreed, and rapport established. We arranged to shoot 24 hours later.

Flitch Way is 15 miles of disused railway running from Braintree and Bishop’s Stortford. Flat and well surfaced, the shared access path is popular with cyclists, horse riders and walkers. Its also blessed with a wealth of interesting backdrops, including artist grade graffiti.

Page had already experienced “Level pushing” from one “Photographer” offering way above the odds, for a topless shoot. This didn’t interest her and perturbed by his behaviour, she declined to work with him. Two hours later, we were pleased with the results. I would happily work with her in future.

Krystal also wanted to collaborate with me this week. She’d bought a new gothic black dress and some lingerie. We knew a suitably secluded location, thus unlikely to draw unwanted attention. Comfortable for her and conducive to seamless creativity.

That said; there is a creeping and very tangible sensation of being watched. Both of us have experienced this very acutely. We work fast and have an easy rapport, thus work very quickly together. Sure enough, after twenty minutes, a couple arrived in a car and sat, observing us. 

No approach was made, but we opted for a wardrobe change and an alternative location. While the colours are so vibrant, natural light and climate, kind, I wish to make best use of them.

On The Waterfront...With Aurora Ray

 No, not the iconic film with Marlon Brando. I’m referring to an evening quayside shoot with Aurora Ray, in Ipswich. I responded to a casting call and we corresponded for a few weeks.  Ideas, concepts and possible locations floated and pondered.

Ipswich is approximately an hour or so’s drive from me, but a town I hadn’t visited for almost three decades. Even then, I was only familiar with the Portman Road area, home to the football club and infamously, a red-light district.

Thankfully, Aurora had excellent local knowledge, which complemented her creative vision.

Little surprise that I leaped at the suggestion of Graffiti and disused quayside buildings…Sunset this time of year, is around 18.45, so we arranged to meet an hour beforehand.

Having successfully orbited the town centre systems during rush hour, I was relieved to discover a car park within easy reach of the quayside. We’d agreed to meet by the University, opposite. Chances were, we’d be wrapped up within an hour or so. However, I’ve an aversion to fines, so fed the meter a little more.

This early in the academic year, you could feel a real sense of anticipation and a generally positive atmosphere from the halls of residence. One that certainly resonated with me, some 26 years since I arrived in London’s East End, fresh faced and decidedly green.

There’s always one student who stands out. In this instance, one losing command of his trousers, while exiting his car. Shortly afterward, a text arrived-Aurora saying she was a few minutes away. She materialised carrying a cluster of red helium balloons and extruding enthusiasm.

Camera bag, reflector and energy-boosting bananas grasped, I locked the KA and Aurora led me along the waterside, with its eclectic mix of bars and restaurants. Their neon signage more intense, as the golden hour loomed. Our first location was a long disused and very derelict factory.

Several stories high, ground floor access points had been sealed and the usual warnings emblazomed across the boards.  She switched from her light summer dress and I fired a few tester shots. The alley, though clearly a street drinker’s refuge, was also moderately trafficked and relatively well lit, which was ideal, in every respect.

One man had my senses screaming with alarm. I was concerned he might attempt to snatch one, or both of our bags. Luckily, he quickly lost interest and shuffled through, without further interaction.  

Aurora has a classic model figure and knew her body well, thus created and moved seamlessly between poses, making the very most of available time and light. Checking the area for broken glass and other sharps, she posed on the pallets, which accentuated her poise and willowy figure.

The next street had these corrugated shutters. I was pleasantly surprised by driver cooperation and sensitivity. Many stopping and seemingly alarmed that they’d interrupted us. Not something you’d experience in a major city, or provincial towns for that matter.

A skate park fired our imaginations, but we opted in favour of a towpath, which also had some very striking and genuinely beautifully crafted murals. The sort so revered, they are left unmolested, by taggers and local authority environmental teams alike. 15 minutes later and the golden hour was almost gone but by this point, we had 80 shots. A short but successful evening…

Gena Rose & Graffiti

Gena approached me via a purpleport www.purpleport.com and expressed an interest in organising a shoot. Pre-shoot communications were excellent, and quickly established direction(s) she was looking to take her modelling.

She’d seen some recent shoots with Krystal and wanted to create something along similar lines. She had some locations in mind, including an abandoned police station. Despite genuine potential, further research and closer scrutiny demanded a rethink.

We eventually settled on Southend on Sea and combining beach, with more urban/alternative themes. Time, location and structure agreed, my second-shooter (Spare camera body for location work) decided to expire, without any warning. This was while doing some fetish themed work.

An expensive weekend, given my car had succumbed to a grumbling CV joint. One which had also formed a seemingly permanent union with the driveshaft. Meanting that too, needed replacing.

On Sunday, I switched to my CSC and 30mm prime lens. Great for street photography but not my first choice for photoshoots. Though attitudes are changing, models tend to be sceptical and perceive them as inferior to SLRs. Models, regardless of experience need to feel confident in a photographer’s abilities.

I was familiar with the area and had taken a drive down during the August bank holiday. Primarily to do some street photography, with a quick bit of location scouting for good measure.

Having met up, we weaved through the side streets, where it was theoretically quieter and warmed up with some headshots/portraits. In common with many town centres, street homelessness is widespread and very apparent.

Affording people dignity and respect goes a long way to averting potentially awkward/dangerous situations. However, hunger, substance misuse and poor mental health can prove a volatile mix.  

We attracted the attentions of passers-by but most people were extremely considerate. Nonetheless, although all publicity is good…We didn’t want an audience and after twenty minutes, headed to the beach.

With the tide long gone and unlikely to return for seven hours, we were forced to abandon our concept of her emerging from the water. Holiday season done, we made good use of an essentially empty beach. Gena stands 5’2 and I often shoot shorter models, while lying down, which suggests they are much taller.   

Ninety minutes in, reserves were flagging, which is not great for creativity. So, we found a suitably clean café’. Conversation flowed easily as we refuelled, relaxed and reviewed the .

Bill settled, we headed out to Westcliff-roughly a mile away, stopping at various points to shoot. This beautifully restored VW fired our imaginations, particularly Gena’s (She’d studied car mechanics).

Wanting to avoid introspection and potential confrontation, we sauntered along the side streets and to some distressed warehouse doors. The dilapidated remains of a car dealership were our last backdrop of the day but won’t be our last collaboration...