Tomorrow will be a week, a week ago that I went on a photo shoot with a photography club I had joined only days before, I knew no one, I had never shot in a studio situation, with “real” model… Plus the $25 fee was an issue I had to content with, and contend I did. I scoured around my room and pockets for change and did come up with $26, Wow!
I drive the 15 minuets there to Glassboro NJ from my house sort of the long way around doubting if I would find my way, yet knowing I was going in the right direction. The round about trip on busy commercial roads afforded me the time not to worry about what I was about to go do, about if I had the right equipment, (it’s about size), whether I could work with models, and assortment of other stuff that could have gone through my mind, creating doubt and fear was absorbed by my focusing on the traffic and going in the right direction…
I found the place Tony Wilson Studio with out much problem, I was a little off the track but I took a breath, read my directions, the few I had, and my sort of knowing the area, and there is was. A building, old warehouse off the main road, in suburbia. I saw other wandering about with bags on their shoulders and shouted out, “is this where the photography shoot is” their rely was “Yes”.
As I walked with one of the other guys around to the back of the building, in muddy parking lot, a red tail hawk flow over our heads, right over our head and settled in to a near by tree, as close as I have ever seen one in the “wild”. I mentioned it to the other guy but he paid it no mind… I looked up at the hawk sitting there, feathers blowing in the wind, and wonder should I take its photo… but I did not, I continued into the warehouse and the photo shoot.
In side of a cold warehouse space upon enter to the right on the left was a large cavernous space dimly lit. Inside the door to the right was chaos, right it front was a makeshift space for a dressing room, half a dozen people milling about, to the left a desk with an assortment of costume jewelry strewn about as well as desk type things. The lady behind the desk was not Alex the facilator I was to introduce myself to a pay my fee but the partner of Tony Wilson, I believe is wife…
Looking down into the space there where sit ups for different area of back grounds, back drops, with umbrella lights and reflectors, what looked to me jammed together with randomly… Also there were men with camera’s, bags, tripods, in bunches as well as alone, talking, checking equipment. It seemed to be no semblance of order or direction, and there was not for about an hour…
Finally about a half a dozen of us gathered at the far end with lights where set up and we were out of the way of people still trying to organize, we got it to action, other photographers with long lens’s and might camera, checking settings, white balance, ISO sensitivity, adjusting lights, taking a few shots at the back drop which was a fake brick wall. Jim I think finally got the first model, Joy to step up and begin. Thank goodness for Jim because he knew what he was looking for and suggested poses which Joy stepped into with out hesitation, I followed the lead, and began to shoot, mostly to the side, and sometimes between poses because I like less posed and more natural shots… It was like taking photos of a movie star, or famous person, with a half a dozen guys, moving in and out, offering suggestions of a pose, more to the left, lift your head, use you hands on your face, click, flash, click, flash, on and on… Wow! Exciting and thrilling, I stepped right in like I knew what I was doing… I was not as vocal, but I would say thank you and very nice or great… not knowing whether the shot was good or not but the pose was presented…