Photographing men terrifies me.
Not in an “I’m afraid you may kill me” sort of way (though, as Louis C.K. points out, it’s not entirely impossible), but mostly in a “you don’t have boobs so WUT” sort of way.
I LOVE photographing women. I love their lines and angles and curves. I know exactly how to interact with a woman who’s in front of my camera. I have no clue what to do with a man. (I’ve basically been faking it for a decade – sorry to disappoint.)
So it was extra-terrifying to photograph two men whose talents inspire and intimidate me. But they were there, and we all had cameras, and it would have been a complete waste of opportunity for me to not at least try.
My solution when I’m nervous? Put everyone in a costume. (Thanks for being troopers, guys.)
It was around this time that a dude started banging on the window because he thought we were outside stealing his copper pipe. “Oops”, and “no, we weren’t.”
Bernard and Dan and I spent the afternoon playing with a projector, a fan, and about 10 yards of plastic sheeting. For these, I used a modeling light as fill, and backlit Bernard with the projector.