The studio wasn’t furnished. It was alive. Flashes lit up the air, voices chattered, models laughed and mucked about, eyes and cameras on them. Photographer Mark‘s Montreal visit from Atlanta culminated in a lighting workshop. It was November 6th, and he had invited photographers and artists from the entire city.
Backdrops? Simple. White, black. Props? Few. Outside: the street. A flash and umbrella. A softbox. Well-chosen lighting breeds excitement. Vibrancy. Liveliness.
Dancer in a colourless world.
Just look at her go, and forget what you’ve heard
She’s a dancer in a colourless world
First glance, just another everyday girl
But a dancer in a colourless world.
Another day, the fates will align just like you need them. Another day, your energy will be fine. Another day, you won’t be tired. Or in a hurry. Or distracted. Another day, life will be more convenient, you’ll be more secure, successful, “financially stable”. Another day, there won’t be so many people around.
Another day, it will be perfect. Just perfect. Larger than life.
Another day, you’ll talk to her.
Her unbridled energy permeated the very air, readily offering itself up for the camera to capture, but ignorant that the attempt was doomed to fail. It touched a few snapshots, but some day, when they’re but lone surviving pages from a book that somebody’s long thrown to oblivion, her energy will still burn out there.
Right between the eyes.
The sun was setting. A fiery metal sphere dropping into a melting pot with a final burst of heat to give way to darkness. Her shot reverberated, the sound trailed off and disappeared. She smiled coyly. Right between the eyes. He was done for.
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