Well, got up at 7.30 to start lugging lumps of dead tree into the studio in preparation for today’s shoot with my ‘winter’ model. Actually I have two models coming today – and anther one up my sleeve if I need her.
I am doing a shoot this morning for the Spring part of the series. The weatehr is n’t being kind, I am on the brink of cancelling the shoot – it’s very windy and overcast – it might be ok.
I am very aware that time is running short for this and I can’t mess about too much.
I found this poem that kind of sums up the mood I want to create with the pictures on www.poetryonline.com
On The Spring
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours,
Fair Venus’ train, appear,
Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
And wake the purple year!
The Attic warbler pours her throat,
Responsive to the cuckoo’s note,
The untaught harmony of spring:
While, whisp’ring pleasure as they fly,
Cool Zephyrs thro’ the clear blue sky
Their gathered fragrance fling.
Where’er the oak’s thick branches stretch
A broader browner shade,
Where’er the rude and moss-grown beech
O’er-canopies the glade,
Beside some water’s rushy brink
With me the Muse shall sit, and think
(At ease reclined in rustic state)
How vain the ardour of the Crowd,
How low, how little are the Proud,
How indigent the Great!
Still is the toiling hand of Care;
The panting herds repose:
Yet hark, how through the peopled air
The busy murmur glows!
The insect-youth are on the wing,
Eager to taste the honied spring
And float amid the liquid noon:
Some lightly o’er the current skim,
Some show their gayly-gilded trim
Quick-glancing to the sun.
To Contemplation’s sober eye
Such is the race of Man:
And they that creep, and they that fly,
Shall end where they began.
Alike the Busy and the Gay
But flutter thro’ life’s little day,
In Fortune’s varying colours drest:
Brushed by the hand of rough Mischance,
Or chilled by Age, their airy dance
They leave, in dust to rest.
Methinks I hear, in accents low,
The sportive kind reply:
Poor moralist! and what art thou?
A solitary fly!
Thy joys no glittering female meets,
No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,
No painted plumage to display:
On hasty wings thy youth is flown;
Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone
We frolic while ’tis May.
I have been having a look at the work of Horst P Horst. Some of his fashion pics have a surreal look about them which I really like.
If I could get the pictures to upload I would show them to you!
Have a look at his fashion pics on this link instead http://www.horstphorst.com/
Still on the lookout for models, I have been in touch with our local radio station, The Bee, to ask if they can help me in my quest to find new and unusual looking models.
The last shoot with a model unseen until the day of the shoot was a bit of a disaster, not so much a fresh and innocent look as pure page 3! Well I suppose I did say I wanted a blonde and blue eyed model, and that is what I got – and much, much more!
Now I have got my head round what it is I intend to do for my fmp and done a bit of research, it is really about ancient rituals that celebrate the passing of the seasons. Tsk….there was me thinking it was about fashion – it’s Lord of the Rings!
A quick trawl round google found some fascinting information about the easter bunny (German invention) and how christianity and paganism has got all mixed up together over the years (hope that doesn’t offend anyone!).
I have a whole weekend of shooting planned, the weather forecast isn’t being particularly kind to me so I have decided to take control of the situation and bring the outside in. Literally. I have some large branches cut from some dead trees and I am going to do a studio shoot with them this weekend. I have borrowed a lighting kit and huge softbox from college so it will be a weekend of experimentation.