Inspired by a Profoto video post of a photo shoot of Alonso Mourning by portrait photographer Gregory Hiesler, I decided to use his set up of using coloured gelled lights as a base and modify it along the way. We are obviously not going for a facsimile of the original.
The concept was to have a beauty/hair shoot rather than to do a portrait shoot. I wanted the styles to be crazy, from make up to hair. For that, we brought in hair designer, Kenneth Ong as well as make up artist, Marie Soh. We also had the amazing models [Aurelia P, Larissa S, Kerstin P] from Basic Models Management onboard for the shoot.
Shoot day arrive and needless to say, a long day since we are having rather elaborate hair and make up for the models which worked out for the production team since there was quite a bit of experimentation needed.
Marie with her colour crazy make up. :)
Kenneth going to town with Kerstin’s hair.
Now, I’ve worked with coloured lighting before, typically at night on the streets. More than often, all that needs to be done is to introduce a key light, which is sometimes neutral or coloured. This is the first time I have had to start from scratch in the studio and it was definitely a good learning experience on what works and what does not. All those colour theories that was learnt in the early years come in handy.
Larissa looking on at what we’ve done so far
All in all, it was a good shoot. Much thanks to everyone and their hard work.
If you would like more information on Marie’s make-up, check out her blog at http://dial-mformakeup.blogspot.sg/
I miss the tactile experience and process. I miss feeling the notches sharply brushing against my finger tips. I miss holding it up against the light.
I miss the nervousness that creeps up as you wonder if you double exposed or loaded it right despite having done it countless times. I miss ducking under the dark cloth and the world melting away. I miss peering through a loupe and being able to see an image form on the grids of a sheet of glass.
I miss the deliberateness. I miss the pace. I miss the sheets.
I’ve just recently learnt of the passing of a friend. She wasn’t a very close friend to be honest but it doesn’t mean her passing wasn’t without surprise or heartbreak.
We went to Art Center College of Design together. Every once in a while, you would read of news of people within the college community, passing on. Most of the time, they would be people from the class of ‘77 or something… In other words, older. While never truly prepared, death was more readily accepted. It hits rather close to home when it is a fellow peer and someone so young too. It hits you harder when you’ve spent a few years within the same walls every other day with the same people. And mind you, the walls of Art Center did force you to spend a good amount of time with each other, for better or worse.
Now, we were rarely in the same class since she was from a later term. It was not until later into our school terms where our paths would cross more often. We would have critiques in class and I did appreciate the photo work she was pursuing. Even then, we rarely hung out together. She was always full of smiles and was a very decent person who was never mean to anyone.
The last memory I had of her, was during our graduation show. She had wanted to build the front of a house as her wall, to showcase her work. Most of us were skeptical as to how she was going to pull it off because of the scale of work involved. But she was committed to her goal and went all the way in. On the day of grad show, she came dressed in a matching green dress and was a ‘housewife’ giving cookies to all who visited her at her “house”.
At that time, when we were all helping to hoist her house up, I didn’t think too much about what we were doing. I was more engrossed in how I was going to be finishing the endless tasks laid in front of me before the grad show. Thinking back now, it was admirable how she stuck with her vision and never let the amount of work bother her.
Now, it is said that the passing of someone old, is akin to losing a whole library. She was only 30, turning 31 and taken away too soon. The bookshelves haven’t been filled up yet.
I wish I could share her work in this post but her site in no longer active.
Jessica Ann Taylor. I know you will be missed by many. I know you have enriched the lives of many through your photography, education or just being part of our lives. May you be well, wherever you might be.