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A one on one with Ms. Alma Concepcion, Ms. Philippines International 1994.
May 24, 2011
Bangkok, Thailand
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after swimming so much, my freckles are insane. i have a love/hate relationship with them. i hope i can be rid of the hate aspect some day!
I sometimes wake up and really want to capture the morning light pouring through my window but usually I'm too rushed or I forget. Well today I finally made myself use this aforementioned light and....my battery died. :P
This was the best shot out of a 3 shot 10 second timer set. Sans makeup :)
Thanks to my friend Paolo for this photo!!!
Durante una giornata da assistente in un set fotografico serio, a tenere il pannellino riflettente (e ormai siamo diventati una cosa sola, il pannellino ed io)...
Portrait photography by Vincent Kos
For Division Model Management and Wkd Models
Shot by pure daylight at Fotostudio VK
I'm feeling pretty depressed this morning.
I just do not feel like getting out of my pajamas, putting on makeup, or doing my hair. I debated seeing how I feel about taking self portraits later in the day when I will potentially feel more like prettying up, but I know myself too well.
Putting things off for me means they don't get done and keeping my goal of taking a self portrait every day this month is important to me.
In a way, that turned out alright. I likely would not have taken photos with no makeup on this month otherwise. And while I prefer myself with makeup, I don't feel the need to rely on it. So it feels a little refreshing to put a fresh face up.
I've felt pretty sick for the last week. I thought it was heat stroke (I'm very prone to it) but today it was cool and rainy and I still feel nauseous and lethargic. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
i had a day full of finals, then work, and now i'm about to see my boyfriend, creating the common problem of not having enough time to actually come up with an idea for my 365 :[
25/365
so! this is in response to tori[electrocute's] after shower portraits. i thought it was a great idea, and it was the only spare five minutes i had haha. right after you shower, it's when your hair is disshevelled, your make up is off, you're unclothed, and you're kind of defnseless.
thanks for the idea tori, i hope you don't mind! :p
Rocking the no makeup look that I've been told makes me look "younger" lately (both in the nice sense and in the pejorative [by the way, who uses "younger" in the pejorative anyway? whatever]).
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Day 88 of the 365 days challenge.
I don't normally wear a do-rag, but this is Scarf/Shark Week, after all. And, since I haven't done the photoblogging thing in a while, here's some whining about my life.
Some of you know the pain of dealing with lighting equipment-- especially softboxes. This particular softbox, in fact, is my arch-nemesis. After wrestling with it for an hour when I first got it, I called My good friend Kelly. "Is there a trick to this? Are you not actually supposed to put the fourth metal thingy into the fourth pocket?" She laughed at me. Nope; you're supposed to get all four metal rods into both the ceramic thing that goes around the bulb, and into the ends of the softbox. It's supposed to be really hard. It's a two-person job. So, at the time, I persuaded a grumpy husband to help me, and it was done in no time.
Sometimes, I am stubborn.
Just when I think I'm adapting to all of this pretty freaking well, something inside me will snap and I'll do something absolutely absurd. Like wrestle with a softbox all by myself for an hour and a half. There's something inside of me which refuses to believe that this HAS to be a two person job. My mom is seriously arthritic, and my daughter is three; if I want a studio, I have to do this myself. There's no way in hell that it's just IMPOSSIBLE for me to accomplish this by myself.
I tried working smarter. Then I tried working harder. Then I tried working harder than that. Did I mention the loft is a heat trap and it's in the 80s today?
My head is bloodied, but unbowed. There's absolutely no way I will accept that I'm somehow handicapped because I don't have someone to split the heavy lifting in life. I won't believe that some things are just two-person jobs-- it just means one person has to work twice as hard, right?
I'm probably an idiot. I'll let you know once the softbox is put together.
OH. Shark fact: the male hammerhead shark bites the female into submission in order to get her to mate.
EDIT: five hours later, the softbox is assembled! Okay, so I took a break to eat lunch/keyword stock photos/watch All My Children. But the important thing is, I AM SMARTER THAN THE SOFTBOX. And stronger. Does anyone have some tape? Because I am RIPPED. *flexes*
Portrait photography by Vincent Kos
For Division Model Management and Wkd Models
Shot by pure daylight at Fotostudio VK
I took this specifically to be set against my "Day 31 Not Sad Eye" photo. I was sad because I had another emotional discussion with my "Anomaly Boy" about my need to boohoo over the stupidest things. After the "discussion" and some emotionally disturbed sleep I woke to more unresolve and thusly more frustration on both his part and mine, cried more, and then went home for some alone time. The alone time was spent trying to figure out why me, as a girl/woman, can't for the life of me help getting teary eyed over stuff. I mean it's not like I can't let go of something and feel better but I just HAVE to cry about it and FEEL FIRST or I'll explode (or implode rather with unexpressed emotional gunk). I just need a god damn minute to cry about shit...and THEN...it's back to REASON and sense.