Saw an ad for a “Styled (Wedding) Shoots Conference.” For those of you unfamiliar with the styled shoots, it’s where models play fake brides who fake marry models playing fake grooms at a fake wedding filled with fake guests and then cut a wedding cake at a fake styled reception while photographers who have paid to photograph the fake-ness happily snap away at the event and then post all the styled fakery in their portfolio as samples of “their work.”
“Hey, mom, what is going on here?”
“Oh my goodness, let me take a look. THAT is you at 2 weeks of age.”
“Why am I hanging from a tree in this one picture? That’s weird. And, holy shit, mom, I’m in a nest of fire in this other one.”
“Stephen, don’t be ridiculous. You weren’t really in a tree or in fire. We just wanted it to look that way.”
An historic building in South Florida burned to the ground a couple years ago because in the dark of night, a trio of photographers set it ablaze while trying to “paint with light.”
An historic plantation in Louisville, Kentucky had to issue this statement via its Facebook page a few years ago because people with cameras could not manage to respect the property:
“We are implementing a ban on photography sessions on our site…we are first and foremost a historic site, not a photography studio. Many photographers have been deliberately disregarding our site rules, moving benches, photographing in areas that are off limits, showing up and refusing to leave when the site is closed. Until we can guarantee that the photographers we allow on our site will be courteous and respectful, we have had to take this course of action.”
There is a teacher of photography that few speak of in today’s industry. She is shunned by many and with good reason.
Nobody seems to like her.
She has taught photography and business for as far back as anyone can remember, but bring up her name today and it will be met with the rolling of eyes and a heap of indignation.
She can’t remember things like she used to. It started gradually-she’d forget a name or a birthday or where she parked her car. And then, she found herself forgetting every day things, those things one must remember in order to live life. She would forget to go to the grocery store; she’d forget a conversation that occurred ten minutes earlier; she would forget to eat dinner.
They call it Dementia, and it is, although the word is more of an umbrella term that covers many types of memory loss. And Dementia, well, it’s a tricky thing, because even those systems and techniques created to stir the memory and bring things to mind don’t always work. I mean, a calendar does no good if you can’t remember to look at the calendar each day, right? You forget that you don’t remember.
My mom was a florist. She used to say you can always tell a florist by their thumb. Each floral stalk must be cut prior to refrigeration and cut again when incorporated into a design, so if the inside of the thumb is rough and slightly discolored, with tiny slices lining the soft padding, like a hundred tiny paper cuts, you’re talking to a florist.
She came in for her senior session. Her hair was a mess of tangled waves, unruly and uncooperative. Her face was covered with freckles and dotted with acne. She wasn’t model proportions and the clothing she wore required careful adjustment to keep it from bunching up in places.
She was sweet and shy, a girl not used to attention being focused on herself. But 10 minutes into her session, the shyness wore off, leaving behind a girl full of life and laughter. The session ended, she came back for her screening and the order went into production.
(In the World of Photography, there are many stories, some told tongue-in-cheek. This is one of them. There is a lesson at the end. Enjoy.)
Hello. I am a professional photographer and I am returning my Good Camera today. You know, the one that takes the Good Pictures. Yeah, it’s going back.
I saved my money to buy it. I almost did a GoFundMe campaign, but thought I’d better save the GoFundMe for the future, when I will undoubtedly do something silly, like drop the Good Camera and have to replace a lens or something. I figure GoFundMe is way cheaper than actually buying insurance and people love to help.
(Warning…long post ahead.)
I have a question.
Actually, I have a lot of questions. These are questions that have been simmering on a low heat in the back of my brain. I try to ignore them, and most of the time I can, but now and then the heat gets turned up and the simmer turns to a full rolling boil. It’s noisy and hot and such that I can’t ignore it.
I see the posts. You see them, too.
A session gone wrong because a photographer didn’t know want to do. And they didn’t know what to do because they hadn’t yet acquired the skills necessary to do that thing they were hired to do.
They said “yes,” before they knew what they were doing.
I remember one such story. A gal had agreed to photograph a family at a beachfront hotel; a family that hadn’t been together in years. She photographed them on the balcony in the middle of a sunny day. The balcony was in shade. The beach behind them, in bright sunlight. The client wanted to get both them AND the beautiful beach in the pictures. Remember this family hadn’t been together for years and it would be years before they were together again.
But the photographer was a “natural light only” photographer so what the client ended up getting was an entire session of silhouettes.