The two shoots have been and gone. On Wednesday we had this person
He was mild, unassuming. Seemed nice. More or less your average bloke dusted with a fine layer of fame. Very interesting phenomenon – this fame thing. His seemed to sit lightly on his shoulders, slightly separate from him. During the ten cent tour of the house he said he thought it would be a great restaurant. They brushed him with make-up, changed his clothes and stuck him in front of a window where he played with a hat, looked insouciant and had his picture taken. A journalist did an interview with him and then he was off, on his step-through scooter (with L plates) into the city traffic. Thursday was a clothing catalogue shoot. I was predisposed not to like them. At first they’d wanted the house for Wednesday and Thursday. Then they thought they might like three days and then they wanted only one. They couldn’t say which one. Then they wanted to change it to Friday or Saturday but still they couldn’t say which. They wanted another viewing to work out shots, but they couldn’t be flexible about time. Then they went back to Thursday.
And then Thursday rolled on and it all happened. An 8am start. Cast of thousands (well, ten). They brought their own bins (and used them), had catered lunch (from our dusty step in the basement we thought it was chicken and basmati rice). Moved through the shots like a Roman army. The luvvy quotient was down, the efficiency factor up. And actually, in the end, I really liked them.
I know – as a photographer I make a good psychoanalyst. But them’s the breaks.