Highlights of my miserable life in Rugby
This year’s progress so far. 3 casting calls posted, 1 shoot completed, 1 shoot arranged. The casting calls threw up half a dozen potentials but most of them are girls I have worked with before. Fresh talent is proving difficult to find. In the good old days any girl willing to show her fanny was suitable but nowadays I’ve seen it all before and want something special. Unfortunately I think I will be pissing into the wind for the rest of the year and beyond.
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I like redheads but most of the ones I’ve photographed have a touch of the mad as a March hare about them.
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A few weeks ago I said I would report back on how I got on using the Hasselblad 120mm lens on my Nikon D810. Well the results were disappointing with all of the photos suffering from a lack of sharpness. I thought the problem would be manually focusing but in fact it was holding the combination steady that proved impossible. All of my shooting over the last 20 years or so has been with lenses in the 35mm to 85mm range so I’ve lost the knack of supporting a telephoto lens, even a short one. The situation wasn’t helped by a dose of old-age pensioners shaky hands so next time I use this lens I will definitely be employing a tripod. Here are some snaps from the shoot. The first set were taken with the usual Nikkor 50mm, and the second the Hasselblad 120mm. I’ve added some sharpening in Photoshop to try and hide the softness of the second set.
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Something I miss now that I’m in a sort of photographic semi retirement is young ladies turning up at the Chateau de Vaughan and showing me their party frocks, and what they intended to wear underneath. I can’t ever remember going to an office party where the females wore anything provocative but then again I worked in a overwhelmingly male environment.
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Over the last few weeks I’ve finally got started on trying to find a fresh face or 2 to snap but so far I’ve had no success. I must be honest with you though and admit I’ve not been searching too hard. I’ve lost interest. I don’t know whether to blame the tablets I’m taking or my age but the number of women who are grabbing my attention at the moment can be counted on the toes of one hand. Hobbies are meant to be enjoyable but I’m finding the whole business of photographing young ladies to be as exciting as an afternoon weeding the garden, not that you would catch me doing that, so I’m asking myself why bother. That’s my dilemma. This week I will be working with a model I already know so fingers crossed she might kick-start my photographic engine back into life, that or I could be dyeing my fingers green.
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