View allAll Photos Tagged modelling
Model: Lauren Chancey
Photographer: Justin Bonaparte​
Copyright 2019 by Justin Bonaparte. All Rights Reserved.
Model: Desiré Festen
Photographer: Bram van Dal
1/1000 F/1.4 320 Canon 5DmkIII Sigma 85mm
Temporary objects, such as a parked bicycle, are a trigger for me to see how I can use something like that during a shoot.
In this setting, black appears in the photo in varying degrees.
The combination of learning to see and taking the time to arrive at the right atmosphere ensures that you, together with the model, end up with such a photo.
She was a model at a fashion show on Edmonton's Whyte Avenue last weekend.
She never changed expression. I started thinking of her as the Ice Queen.
She reminded me of a girl from college, a lovely girl, who simply didn't mix with the rest of the class. Ever. She did her job and she went home.
I don't believe I ever saw her smile or frown. She never talked about her family or a boyfriend, never discussed personal aspirations and never became passionate about a single cause (which is sort of required living for Journalism students...unless you were the "black beret smoking skinny cigarettes telling everyone who will listen that the world is a pile of steaming poop and it will be better for all of us to just accept it and move on with our un-lives." kind of guy. But he's another character entirely.)
It felt to me like she popped out of some sterile container just in time for school and went back there the instant her work was done.
She was a beautiful little enigma, which initially attracted the attention of every male in the class. All advances were quietly rebuffed and eventually they...okay "we"... just gave up.
She drove an Opal. I think she had three sets of immaculate clothes which she wore in rotation. But she never made a "best friend" or talked about any trips or what she planned to do upon graduation.
She never came to a dance, drank beer with the rest of the class (we considered beer an approved food group) or attended the highly anticipated two-for-one buffet meals at the nearby "all you can eat" (which should have been called "all you can risk") Chinese restaurant..
Our class was very small. Maybe twenty or so stuck it out until second year. Journalism students work together, drink together and tell each other they are going to change the world when they graduate. She never did.
She lived and worked just under everyone's radar. I knew her for two years and I cannot for the life of me remember her first name.
I haven't thought about her in years. After graduation, I heard she got a job near Saskatoon but I never heard anything about her again.
It was odd to be sitting in a fashion show thinking about college and the people there I knew and never knew...but have faded into the mist of the world since then.
This must happen when you get old, huh?