Phil Penne Creations

#13 - The Photographer

 

 

        “Aw, for the love of…no… No… NOOOOOOOO! Jesus Christ!”

        You take your eye away from the viewfinder and storm over to where the model is sitting. “It’s not that hard – butt goes HERE, turn your head like THIS, right arm goes HERE, and left hand HERE”, you shout, while forcing her limbs into the required positions. She winces in pain and tears begin to well up in her eyes, as you walk back over to the camera.

        Her name is Elizabeth. She said she’s modeling because she’s saving money for college like you give a crap one way the other. You’d bet she’s not any more than sixteen, but according to her modeling release she’s eighteen, so what the hell. She’s naïve, has a tasty, overdeveloped body, and that innocent face that the magazines love. She’s just like the rest of the girls you hire as models – they all need the money. A few sessions and the promise of a big contract and they’d do anything you want.

        “Look, either stop crying or put a paper bag over your head. Nobody wants to see your tears.”

        You fire off a few more shots.“

        Now don’t move – I’m going to change over to large format for some detail work.”

        You set up a matte black 8x10 Linhof on its carbon fiber tripod, mount a lens and shutter...

 

 

In your studio you're king; people do your bidding or they're out of a job. But there's one piece of photographic equipment your studio's missing. You'll find it at the bottom of the nearest rabbit hole.