I, Spy....

Event Photography is something special.  Not to be confused with Wedding Photography where ulcers are created and explode on the same day.  (That is a different kind of beast.)  Some think shooting an event means showing up and shooting whatever you see, which is not the case.  Or SHOULD not be the case.  There are a whole lotta great things about shooting events...perhaps it is a different city, a different building, new room, lighting conditions....and different people.  ALWAYS different people.  Not many people discuss this interesting topic framed within photography..... how one person will change the dynamic of a group.  Not just change the vibe in little ways but in magnificent or tragic or amusing ways; that transfer to the image in a wondrous and fascinating way.  The photographer is invited into a private world.  Your private world.

Have you heard of "Elevator etiquette"?  There are a surprising number of Google pages just on this topic, (like this one: Elevator Etiquette).  You can learn a lot about a person by how they behave on an elevator full of people OR at an event.  I have seen it all (I think!).

Let's say you are having a funny conversation in the elevator with your coworker...the door opens and your boss enters, smiles, and turn his back (or perhaps turns towards you and stares at you).  What do you do?  Either case....You probably fall silent and become your super-professional-self.  This may be an obvious case, but it happens at events too.  Someone who is nervous and self conscious will behave totally different in an elevator than, lets say, the head of the high school football team.  Or Donald Trump.  Next time you are in an elevator, watch and see.  If you DO watch someone, I don't care WHO it is, if you are on an elevator, it will make them nervous and twitchy.  Something about being locked in a box with a stranger will do that to a person.  (Sorry...now I am off topic...but just a bit.)

Going back to Event Photography....  I get to see this.  ALL of these interactions.  They are small, sometimes fleeting looks of terror, disdain, distrust, joy, sadness, doubt, anger...every feeling...wash over a person's face in milliseconds.  People try to hide their thoughts, but the camera is faster; it catches looks and feelings; the smallest muscles reacting to a thought.  It can't be helped.  

When I enter a room to shoot an event I am not only looking at lighting or for distractions, but at groups of people.  How they are interacting together...and what happens when a new person joins the group; how the dynamic changes.  I can tell who likes who. Who has a crush on who, or if someone does not like or trust someone else.  I study the groups of people to see which group is the most lively...perhaps the group who is the most emotional or who perfectly frames the feeling of the event.  I circle the many groups continuously; watching as the groups evolves throughout the event.  Who enters or leaves the group? How does that person change other peoples behavior?   The changes are fascinating!

It is the only time and place where I can stand, camera up near my face, and just stare and study humans.    Sometimes someone will smile, or blush, or nudge the other members of the group to look over at me.  Sometimes I get a disapproving or angry face and with that, I move on.  Occasionally I wave and smile, but I want to catch people being people...not showing off for the camera or posing.  Being natural.  Which is to say, being naturally nervous, or happy, or sad, or frustrated....Whatever is going on. Whomever has the best expressions;  I am all over them..."secretly" watching.  Being a spy.

Why!

Last week I queried my Facebook friends for ideas for this blog; what would they like me to discuss or share on this blog.  Two of my friends, Lucas and Jennifer asked this:  "WHY did you become a photographer?"  This question made me laugh...because it stumped me.  There wasn't a simple or obvious answer for me like, "How did you become a photographer?"  How and Why are just so different...and I had simply not thought about it before, so I found the question interesting.

So...I thought about the question for a day or so, thank you very much, and came up with this... (And it is WEIRD....What else would you expect from me?)

It wasn't really a conscious decision.  I didn't say, "When I grow up I want to be a photographer."  It didn't enter my mind.  It just evolved over time.  

Not helpful or insightful, right?  OK... I have Business Management degree and a background in art, and have been thinking about business development for...years!  As a child, I would draw "magazines," duplicate them by hand, and sell them door to door (for like a dime).  My neighbors were kind and would buy them every now and then.  This only encouraged me, of course....And it grew into selling girl scout cookies and those terrible fundraising calendars for school projects.  By the time I reached college I had already designed my "clothing store" and my first "line" of clothing.  All on paper...with ads and a detailed marketing strategy all mapped out.  So....business, marketing, and art was already a natural thing for me to do; the degree just gave me more insight and knowledge.

The camera was just accidentally introduced later in life.  Yes-I had owned many cameras, even as a child, but I was really a point and shooter....I thought nothing of composition or lighting or choosing any settings other than on, off, and shoot.  Then my husband purchased me my first serious camera...a point and shoot with function buttons; (OoOoOooooo  choices)!  This was for me to use in my design business (creating logos and for the occasional painting...for me to paint what I shot).  I was less than enthusiastic.  But then I started shooting...and learning.  I took thousands of photos.  It was insane.  But I was learning, and then I started selling....which clicked into the business part of my brain.  Better equipment was purchased.  The artistic part of my brain AND the business part of my brian was challenged and I gained traction, began getting published, selling more, getting contracts, more experience, and it snowballed...I knew I needed to become licensed and pay taxes, so I did everything I needed to do to become an official licensed entity and protect my work...…  It just happened....With a lot of work and thought, piece by piece.

There were lots of little "goals" and larger project and challenges that I wanted to do or work on....My tool just happened to be a camera and my post production programs were just another tool I could use to give my clients the look they wanted.  I love that I can be creative, meet fantastic people, and see amazing things.  It is everything I wanted to do...but I never thought I would be doing THIS!  I have a great deal of fun (and work) and it pay the bills.  I work with and for an amazing group of people!

How and Why are all mixed up within this blog, I suppose.  It is hard to separate the two.  A short answer is this.  WHY I do it...because I like doing it.  It is challenging and clicks into my need for order (business), and art (the image).  I do it because I like studying  people and can do so from behind the camera.  I can be bossy too.  I have found I like directing people and taking charge.  I like being organized and problem solving.  I like to create....and to be independent at times; collaborate in other times.  I like meeting people and hearing their stories.  I find people fascinating.  The older they get, the better the stories they have!

Life is full of interesting twists and turns and everyone has a story or how, and WHY they ended up doing what they do.  Sometimes things are planned for, but in this instance, it was the little choices I made that led me to the path that I am on now.  I wouldn't change a thing.  (Except it would be really cool to be the official photographer for the President of The United States, whoever it is.)  I don't have big dreams, do I?

I hope that answered your question....

So-Why are you doing what you are doing?  What are your dreams?  (Comment below!)

(What might you want to hear about next week that is photography related?)

Hi, fashion!

Fashion and I go back.  Way back.  All the way back to college.  Originally I set my sights on being a fashion designer; something about wanting to be the next Coco Chanel.  I wore skirts, dresses, and hats almost religiously.  My coat and handbag collection was crazy!  There was one small detail.  I cannot sew.  I hate sewing.  Love fabric and design and drawing, but all of the shirts I sewed in my classes were absolutely terrible.  And heart wrenching.  Perhaps I get impatient in a way that I don't with my photography.  In any event, I obviously did not become a designer, but ended up on the other side of the camera as a photographer.

Spokane, in the past, has not had much of a fashion scene, but that is slowly changing.  This is a natural fit and a bit exciting for me.  There is something very different about shooting a model who is comfortable in front of the camera and has a box of poses that can be drawn from.  It is also eye opening to be able to direct a model and have them move into position with clear confidence; they move like water.  I love the clothing, the style, the hair, the makeup...I get all excited and begin salivating just thinking of it. 

I hope to do more of the fashion photography, and there is a fashion show I will be shooting next month....It is intriguing, though I see continuing my commercial work for large clients;  It just makes sense and I love my clients!  Never knowing what I will be shooting or where I may go, or who I may see, is a big draw of the job for me.  I like all of the current challenges and projects that are lining up on the calendar this year...always something different!  So....Hi, Fashion!  Perhaps I will become more "High Fashion" myself!

Be stylee!  Be awesome!

The Gambler

(when one sidewalk closes, another one opens.)

Kenny Rogers song, "The Gambler" has some pretty sweet lines.  This is My new Theme song and speaks to the situation at hand, perfectly.

It is hard, at least for me, to cut my losses and move on.  Sometimes I am prone to "run" a bit late...because I think something is SO awesome.  My husband will tell you I am like a Pit Bull who won't let go of something I want.  It can be a good thing (like motivation), or bad.  Don't think for a moment I don't research something and that I am describing impulsiveness; this is not the case.  I research for weeks on end, staying up late at night....and plan for A.  B.  and C.  I don't not leave the outcome to fate and I am passionate for challenges; looking for unique opportunities.  Sitting back waiting for something to happen is not my style. Making things happen IS my style.  But like almost everyone else, it is hard to cut a loss and move on.

This post has been typed and re-typed MANY times, but they never came out right; to say what I really wanted it to say.  There are too many details and way too many unknowns.  There are confusing, conflicting details; two months worth, and they are frankly hard to keep straight at this point.  And it is hard to think about.  And hard to let go.  My intent to not to sound sour, but inform as I can, with little to no information.

The trip to Africa is over.  No gallery show this month either.  I received this message via phone text.  I have no explanation.  Nothing.  I have 59 theories of what happened but nothing concrete.  And I won't be speculating here on the blog.  The PM did not know this...but I had lined up a book publisher for the project as well as a Seattle show in the spring....I did a lot of footwork here, and it is done.  Over.

It is hard not be sour or disappointed or angry at how it turned out, but I think of it this way.  The last time I read about Africa was in high school.  I knew nothing of African culture or geography.  With all of the research I did I think I could write a tour guide to Kenya without even going.  I learned through from oral stories from the PM about Massai culture, music, dance, traditions, food, (And I can make some really killer Kenyan Tea!).  I learned about his language and songs...about the hierarchy of the genders, responsibilities of woman, the animals that are hunted and eaten, politics, transportation, seasons of animal migrations, challenges of live in the village, medical care information that has been passed down from generation to generation, and the similarities and differences between cultures.  For two months I delved deeper into Kenyan/Massai culture then I have any other culture other than my own.  It drove my husband crazy...many late nights...(And I thank you, Jesse!) For that, it has been an eye opening, wonderful experience...and now my family wants to go!  The Rift Valley, the birthplace of humans, awaits!

So-now we are free to go on our own, on our own time, and perhaps see some of the things, and meet some of the people, that the PM spoke so fondly of.  Our passports are ready, we know what we will pack, I have most of my equipment,  and we know what shots we need....

So-if you know of anyone who needs photos from Africa...just let me know.  The bags have been packed and are ready to go.

Love ya's-

PS-Making lemonade from lemons that you are handed, isn't so hard after all.  I'll even share the recipe!