One of my favorite genres of photography is “performers backstage”. They’re in costume, or partially so, but they have yet to trade their humanity for something bolder. It’s the in-between that attracts me. The grandeur plus the mundane.
I never had a ballerina phase as a kid, so it’s only fitting that I make up for that now. I mean, I thrifted a genuine Capezio’s tutu. I’d be mad not to.
The complete version of Saturday’s post. They speak for themselves, I think.
Copyright Brent Gould 2012.
Yesterday I took the bus to Montpelier to shoot with Brent Gould, a photographer whose work I really enjoy. He’s been exhibited all around Montpelier, so I was pretty excited to share in his prestige. He has such an interesting little studio, full of evocative knickknacks. For this shoot, I embodied three distinct themes: “scheming noblewoman”, “backstage at the burlesque hall”, and “mildly erotic winter-wear catalog”. He hasn’t edited them all yet, so here is one photo from each theme, and a promise that the full set will be posted on Monday or Tuesday.
The light on my chest is a candle and not, as my friend conjectured, a lens flare.