magie dans une brasserie abandonnée...
The first set of images from my photo shoot with Dustin Baker have materialized in a manner too timely to be heard of in this industry. This guy not only knows what he's doing - he's also got stupefying turnaround.
Dustin has an amazing eye for composition and color. This is clear. His taste for locale is discriminating and specific. Such consistent discrimination in his oeuvre churns up uncanny feelings, shots that are both ephemeral and ageless. The first site was an abandoned brewery in the city. Owl told me he thinks some some sort of divine field protects the New Orleans landmark from defacement and vandals. You'd be hard pressed to find a stitch of graffiti on the ghostly factory. Dangerous, peut-être, but worth it. I asked Dustin if anything bad had ever happened to him on his courageous location scouts, "no, not if you don't count the tetanus shot," he said. We also shot in a junk yard, which was awesome. The first thing I told Dustin was that I had to get at least one shot of me wearing a black couture cocktail dress of my grandmother's from the 1950's. This thing is so tight and so fru fru....well, I just feel like I need documentation of it on my body at some point in my life. Case in point, half way through the shoot I broke that dress' zipper in an effort to squeeze myself into it. I was sure it was a lost cause but my back up plan worked wonderfully. The red dress was also my grandmother's, one of a kind vintage. In the meantime, I got the zipper fixed and we shot that in the junk yard. In the end, I'm more partial to the back up plan...
I cannot wait to see what else this magic man captured on that nasty rainy afternoon. That's all for now, but you can check out more pics from the shoot on my website.
Dustin has an amazing eye for composition and color. This is clear. His taste for locale is discriminating and specific. Such consistent discrimination in his oeuvre churns up uncanny feelings, shots that are both ephemeral and ageless. The first site was an abandoned brewery in the city. Owl told me he thinks some some sort of divine field protects the New Orleans landmark from defacement and vandals. You'd be hard pressed to find a stitch of graffiti on the ghostly factory. Dangerous, peut-être, but worth it. I asked Dustin if anything bad had ever happened to him on his courageous location scouts, "no, not if you don't count the tetanus shot," he said. We also shot in a junk yard, which was awesome. The first thing I told Dustin was that I had to get at least one shot of me wearing a black couture cocktail dress of my grandmother's from the 1950's. This thing is so tight and so fru fru....well, I just feel like I need documentation of it on my body at some point in my life. Case in point, half way through the shoot I broke that dress' zipper in an effort to squeeze myself into it. I was sure it was a lost cause but my back up plan worked wonderfully. The red dress was also my grandmother's, one of a kind vintage. In the meantime, I got the zipper fixed and we shot that in the junk yard. In the end, I'm more partial to the back up plan...
I cannot wait to see what else this magic man captured on that nasty rainy afternoon. That's all for now, but you can check out more pics from the shoot on my website.
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