Well that time has come, I realized long ago that I no longer had a business as a commercial events guy. Now I am getting rid of thousands of slide that are no longer relevant. A sad drawn out affair, punching holes in work that I am very proud of. A testament to my lighting skill, the ability to capture a look or mood. Of hours spent try to capture those images, the setup time I had to invest, and tear down mode while starting to decompress from the stress of the shoot. Of the hours on the prowl for those spontaneous captures of relaxed guess enjoying the evening.
Once while I was scouting by the bar looking for my next shot, a guest remarked that I looked like was hunting. Yeah I replied, next to the feed trough, and the watering hole…, they all must come here. He looked sort of puzzled, then saw what I saw, the banquet table, and the bar. I’d spot a prey, and follow them back to the main herd where I was sure to get a good shot. Or the young teens I asked to take their photo, I got them all lineup, safety shot. Then I told them they looked like a bunch of granny’s posing…, that got them. As one they dropped into a Charlies Angels pose with finger-guns drawn.
For me it is the end of an era. Little time to look back at the fun I had, the people I played with. I’ll save that for the very last part of life when I no longer get to shoot. I turn to the arts, the erotic arts…, I am finally connecting to the right model’s. Women in their forties (40’s), women who have lived life with few, if any regrets. Coming in to work with me, to capture their personalities, and beauty. Not to say I will not work with younger models, but they do not interest me as much. I value those who are approaching forties (40’s), their special vulnerability that is part of their charm. Of that special character they have locked behind their eyes.
It is said that “the eyes are the window of the soul”. My wish is for them to open that window so I can reveal the enchanting creature I have glimpsed in that moment.