Ben. 1996.
Pity the children of photographers. They get more exposure than most rock stars. At least locally. Back in 1996 Belinda and I decided to do a Christmas card to send to friends and clients (the distinctions are sometimes vague). We headed into the big, commercial studio I maintained at the time. It was just east of the IH-35 freeway and was absolutely cavernous (but I nearly succeeded in filling it up with many different cameras and lighting instruments....).
When we got everything set up we started to explore just how well a 15 month old could take direction. You know, "So, turn left and give me an innocent little expression and then bring your hands up and show me Blue Steel or Le Tigre (Zoolander references). We didn't have wings on him but they magically appeared in the film we got back from the lab.....
We didn't write down what cameras and lenses we used or how we lit it and we certainly didn't have time to do the standard behind the scenes video. But we loved the way the final image turned out.
I'm trying to think up a good card for this year but all I have to work with this week is Studio Dog; the boy is still away at college. I wonder if Studio Dog can balance on the top of a Christmas tree and wear a Santa hat. Not for a long time, just a few minutes.....
5 comments:
That's really cute. I suppose the wings were painted on the backdrop?
Wonderful photo Kirk. How does Ben deal with these kinds of photos showing up at his age? I know one of my daughters is horrified when I bring these kinds of shots out. I do it anyway. :) Someday she will appreciate it. In the meantime my wife and I treasure them.
This may be a Christmas to remember. Unless your son's attending college under an assumed name.
I'd reprise this one. Put it on the cover above "How Fast They Fly!" and then a "proper" updated photo of Ben, yourself, and Belinda on the inside, with selected text. Friends and family who received the original will love it. Cheers!
There is always, always, always Photoshop . . . Merry Christmas!
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