The Fashion Office

At the end of the show I spent the next hour or so convincing myself of the mystery behind the scenes. Crickets, I’ve done my job, as a photographer. We must have a keen sense of humor.

The creature of creative control and mastery of disguise. Lingers underneath it all. I took up my camera like a sword in arms. Fixated on the direction of creation and the animalistic nature of the world.

I’d find myself in awe of the discovery but to be honest I felt quite surprised by my own ability at agility and apropos.

Figuratively speaking, the concept of the shoot was a misty mountain top. Glancing around at the glamorous landscape and seeing the stars utter visceral beauty. I was directed to use a cross of light to enhance the models features cutting them in half like a perfect shot. It all faded together clean to the core. The models inhibitions were beyond reckoning. His ability to control, control, control. Traci Lords would have been happy. Maybe perhaps he was happy I’m not sure. He was a true model. He said “when I see you it fades away” “meanwhile back at the lab”

Models should have the ability to adhere and adapt to any situation. Change should be the pleasures of the models 6th sense. To become the cameras toy. It’s top toy number one pet. And like a slave the models ears are listening but not moving. Ears become eyes. EYES ARE THE PHOTOGRAPHERS

THE EYES OF THE MODEL MUST BE REAL AND THEN ALL OF THE EYES WILL COME TO YOU.