WTFIA?
On Glamour Photography
About a year ago my mother dropped into conversation that she’d told her friend I was a glamour photographer. I hit the roof.
I shoot commercial and editorial fashion, beauty, my cat and the very occasional sunset – but surely I don’t shoot glamour. Do I?
It doesn’t help matters that, as with most genres, there is no fixed ideal of what ‘glamour’ photography is – it’s simply another labelled bucket for people to throw things into. The connotations though are definitely slightly negative – “oh, he shoots glamour” is seldom spoken with the same respect that someone might say “oh, he shoots high fashion”. In fact it’s often on a par with “oh, he shoots donkey porn”.
I’ve tried before to think of a suitable term for that side of my photographic identity. Fashion models who want me to shoot in that style call it ‘edgy fashion’. Great, but vest tops, slogan tees, watermelons and toasters have never been the height of fashion. Plus, I still have no idea what ‘edgy’ actually means.
On Exposure
No Money for Old Rope
Photographers are driven by different motives to shoot. But one driver is common across every photographer I’ve ever met – the desire to have their work seen
There’s an extension from that, to having their work appreciated and acclaimed, but the first step in the chain is simply having it seen.
At its most basic, what’s the first thing that you do in the pub once you’ve snapped your friend having his eyebrows shaved off? You show the picture on the phone’s screen. “That’s a good one”. Debatable, but the social pattern is set. The only person who agrees it’s actually shit is the bloke with one eyebrow. And even then he means it’s a shit picture of him, not a shit picture per se. There you have the digital workflow in a nutshell – identify a scene, shoot it, display it and get instant feedback.











