Poked and prodded. The life of a model..
I’ve been hustling to get shots for kath these past couple days (I write this post-fashion week), and starting to realize the effects you have on others as well as yourself to get them. You feel like a bit of an asshole photographing models constantly backstage. From the very moment they step on site that the cameras go off- whether it be street style, make up, dressing, runway and even just chilling backstage between shows. All day their retinas are burnt by flashes going off infront of their faces, seemingly retaining some sort of happy composure.. if that were me, everyone would be dead. With every show you’re easily running off a couple hundred shots, and there’s a lot more photographers back stage than necessary (and after that there’s also everyone in the pit and in the audience too). I can understand why though.. they’re pretty gorgeous, some in particular (to me) are like the fucking sun and we’re all just mini planets orbiting around them.
I’ve got to remember to step back sometimes, this is just a job. I think to be in fashion, you have to not give a shit about it to really make it happen. It’s work, not play.
Seon in make up
You know 50% of being back stage is pulling shit like this on other peoples photos, or just pulling shit like this behind Rene Vaile.
Whittaker getting suited
This shot, made this shot.
Cait and Imogen