![]() This was definitely not a fashion shoot, no rapid movements with preconceived poses practiced in the mirror before hand, no overzealous, time restrained stylists defining what the shot should be and most importantly there were no defined objectives. It was almost like a fine dance, where every small gesture and movement meant something to the process. The performance wasn’t just about me (the model) or Robert (the photographer), I don’t think it was even about us at all, because there was so much more than us to consider. At times I felt lost in the environment which had never happened to me before in any fashion photo shoot. I wonder if it has ever happened in the history of fashion photography. It was nice to get lost in the shot, not to be magnified to the point of invisibility. It is obvious that my presence there was important but unlike modeling for fashion, commercial or any other aspect of the modeling industry, if I were not there, there would still be a story. I was just a part of a puzzle that didn’t have to fit in the right way or even fit at all. It wasn’t intense to the point of boredom or in the least repetitive. Every shot was a new experience that meant something completely different from the last. I felt that I had something other than my body to contribute to the process and that in itself was a nice surprise. The most surprising aspect of it all was that it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. It struck me that this area of modeling had purpose beyond aesthetics which, before that moment, had seemed impossible in the world of modeling, and I was a part of that purpose. Next Page |
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