I don’t do impromptu.
The fickle (and brightly colored) parts of my brain that controls my nerves don’t appreciate being rushed. They tell me that everything must be planned out, in perfect order, first. For my comfort, things must be thought out, from every angle, planned, dissected, and then written down. If I could make an itinerary for every day of my life, I would.
I like lists too.
Bu sometimes things just happen.
And by happen I mean my cousin coming over and saying, “Hey I brought my camera, let’s take some pictures”
WHAT?! Pictures?? Right NOW? What about my lists!? We haven’t planned anything out yet! We don’t have outfits, or makeup or even SOME kind of direction! We just can’t!
Of course I didn’t say that….Instead I cooly shrugged my shoulders and said “Sure”
Meanwhile my anxiety had an aneurism and died on the floor.
So yes, this photoshoot had no direction, or aim (I know! Awful right?!), but it still somehow turned out to be pretty gosh darn amazing.
Katherine and I got half naked, slapped on some cool makeup and brought out my trusty (and well used) bottle of fake blood.
Folks, it was messy, it was sweaty and the fake blood burned our skin after a while.
We took turns using each others cameras so that all the good shots would be on both of them. (I think there may be some blood on my lens. meh)
Shots of me courtesy of the lovely Katherine.
For editing I threw beauty out of the window. These shots were incredibly raw from the start, so I continued that theme when I sat down to edit. I didn’t edit out the flaws: The bags, freckles, pimples, age spots, blackhead, what have you. (It wasn’t laziness I swear! It was VISION! Honest…)
Instead I amplified the flaws. Mostly because I didn’t want these photos to turn into glamour shots, but also mostly because that’s just how I roll. There is a time and a place for blood and glamour, this night was not one of those times.
I didn’t want editing to take away any of the detail, to smudge, and heal the rawness from these. To me they are messy, and ugly, and REAL and beautiful.
And no, they don’t have a message or a meaning, because I didn’t plan them. But they SPEAK!
This was one of the last shots and I think it is fitting. It was after 1am by the time we filled our memory cards.
After showers, we crawled into bed with visions of blood and awesomeness.