For a long time, I knelt on the floor of the cage recounting the sandbags with the professor. The numbers were always different but there never seemed to be enough of them. We walked around the set, but again, there was nothing. The scenario in which a crew member had walked out with the sandbag as a purse was highly unlikely. Equipment check-ins, camera checkouts, tears, the missing sandbag, broken headphones, low audio levels, otherwise successful production, a student loosing privileges and me without a job. That was more or less the summery of the day.
“Of course, you will be working for the rest of the year.” The professor stated.
I looked up in disbelief, especially after everything she’d said earlier. As a film TA, my only fault had been to arrange so that students would have access to cameras for their final projects. As she put it, this had cost me my job because making sure the cameras were available was not in the best interest of the department.
Oh really? Here I was, thinking that students made up the department. Not entirely sure how hindering final projects could be considered beneficial. Good thing school was out for an entire week, because I didn’t plan on sticking around for much longer.
My friends picking me up that night. Within twenty four hours, we were so far removed from civilization that even cell service was extinct. Thus began a new series of projects; mixing camping and fashion photography. The first trip was so loosely organized that everything kind of happened spontaneously. While most stayed in tents, a couple of us slept under the moon and stars. In the mornings, we’d wake up to the guys cooking breakfast with machetes. Throughout the day, some would go swimming while others ventured to climb rock formations. It was that kind of blissful atmosphere in which time and date didn’t exist. Everyone could pretty much do whatever they pleased.
It wasn’t till the afternoon before the last day that we realized that the photoshoot had yet to be done. Panic swept across the group. We stumbled into the van and set off to chase the light. Except for the driver, no one was quite sure where we were going. Those who couldn’t make it were left at camp.
We ended up on a desolate path and hopped into action. The first couple shots didn’t work out very well because the girls had nothing to do. The van was scavenged for any items that could potentially be used. We found a knife, a walkie-talkie and a flashlight. Cave dwellers? Search and rescue? Something like that.
Given the limited amount of time, its surprising that we were able to do a total of three different locations. By the the sun finally slipped under the horizon, we’d gotten our fill of shots. It would be up to post process to finish up the job.
Here is one of the mock runway shots. From left to right: Original, Windows Live Photo Gallery, Photoshop.
Although the girls wanted the shots right away, I no longer feel comfortable with with giving away SOOC. Too many times I’ve allowed others to edit their own images only to be credited with the lousy results. Also, sometimes they use these before I get around to posting them.
Currently, I’m trying to come up with a workflow that will satisfy both myself and those in the pictures. So far, I’ve been using the following:
- Sort images into folders.
- Go through folders and delete unwanted shots.
- Crop, color correct and adjust lighting. Cloning or other details if absolutely needed.
- Choose favorites and edit RAW files on photoshop.
- Upload favorites to Facebook.
- Dropbox client/model/friend.
- Create post for WordPress.
- [Do it again]