This was me, yesterday. As you know I'm cultivating my "mom bob" so am currently styling the "Mom bob in a bobble" look. Yeah, its hot. Mom bob in a bobble is so lacking in sophistication. Couple that with my trusty can of fresh scented batiste and I'm so Miss Hairstyle 2013. Anyway, I saw a short hair style this weekend and am seriously toying with the idea - please talk me out of it but also please do not. Said me with my "can't make up my mind, mind"
I want to share a couple more frames from yesterdays beauty shoot in London at The Paradise. I will continue to share for another week as I precisely 7 faves from each session of the two models I worked with. Its a shame each model wore the same outfit during each session but I made bloody sure I utilised every nook and cranny of the building to make up for it. It really is the most outstanding location for fashion and beauty shoots. So much inspired was I that I'm considering making backdrops quite similar for my studio. The distressed and antiqued walls really do take away the monotony of yawny grey/black/white drops in my studio.
This is Emma in the blue room.
That teal backdrop is awesome and getting her to work on the angles I had in mind was a breeze. She was so obliging. That pop of orange on her dress makes me giddy.
And my little dolly, Laura Jean. This mirror was crying out for something including her. I love love love this image with all of my creative heart.
photo copyright of @shootingbeauty
When I wrapped the sessions it was nigh on 5pm. There was NO way that I was catching a tube/train at that time of night (rush hour) - I value my life! So I nipped into the bar downstairs. I thought Id order some tea and whilst I was stood at the bar, ordering fish finger sammiches and chips no less, I looked across the room and saw/heard someone I recognised. But you know when you look and then look away cos they saw you, kind of thing? That put me off my stroke. I was convinced it was Ian Wright. But thought "As if. As if that shit happens in a pub in NW London".
I sat down, to wait for my meal and grabbed my camera to review my images when I heard who I thought was Ian Wright, chatting on the phone and saying "yeah, its Ian Wright can I talk to some fancy sheik or other millionaire style person and not some poor person...... like the girl who has just sat down across the way. I need to buy diamonds and horses and other things that footballers buy for kicks and giggles". Well I almost had a friggin heart attack. There was me, sat with my huge pap style camera thinking "bollocks, he thinks I'm the pap and he is going to set his henchmen on me (he was with two ultra scary looking fellas). Bloody mega-crap-my-pants situation.
But there was no way I was leaving that pub without getting a picture with him, though. A proper England slash Arsenal legend, I'd have been a fool to miss the opp.
My tea arrived and I swear to god, they were fat chunky jenga arranged chips and fish fingers in fancy cut baguettes. I don't even remember tasting it although I'd have ordinarily baulked because the fish was GREY. But I think the palpitations BOOMING in my chest were preventing me from hurling it across the bar anyway. I had to find my moment to bypass his two henchmen to ask him for a photo whilst disguising grey fish breath and the fact I looked like I hadn't slept for 48 hours. I was even tweeting/facebooking my friends, seeking their advice.
After I had finished my jenga chips (yes, I pulled chunky blocks from the centre in an attempt to make them fall and yet, sadly, there were only 9. NINE bloody chips? Swizz) I thought "sod it, Im going over and if his henchmen stand up and challenge me, I'll do a karate chop on them both screaming "Hi-Yah!".
And so I went over and just said "Hi Ian, please may I have my photo taken with you?" whilst all the while, eyeing up his henchmen and watching out for them to pull their pistols and kalashnikovs' from under their hats, on me.
You seriously could not meet a more nicer, obliging fellow in all of your life. Relief relief relief.
He was magnificent. A true gent and not at all up his rear end. He opened up an easy flow of conversation and all the while I was swirly eyed like a rabid zombie over the starriness of it all. His henchmen actually turned out to be hilarious and just as warm as he. And I got my picture with him with my cheesy grin literally taking up the whole bloody width of the frame.
Can you believe this happened to me? I'm proper giddy about it and keep pinching myself.
I rang my parents after speaking to Mark about it (he'd rather gouge his eyes out with a spoon than listen to me sounding like a kid with adhd after eating a turkey twizzler). My Mum and Dad must have thought I was licking candy floss from a sugar coated phone as I was jabbering incoherently about my legendary encounter.
So I get home and back to reality and non fashion photog world. And I prepare for today's papercraft class in St Helens. A perfect way to wind down. I was inspired by a BEAUTIFUL birthday card that I received from Judi and created a little pully outty booky thingy. Entitled "Friend", its plays on the lyrics from "you got a friend". The inside part started out as white card and we inked it within an inch of its life to make a book of little treasures and techniques.
And the inside...................
My ladies loved it which is why I enjoy these classes. To bring people together and play and create and chat.
And talk about the day I met Ian Wright.
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