Today, I'd like to elaborate that although some of my photos may be pretty or cool, the road to their successes aren't quite as glamorous.
You don't need a Swiss bank account and a truckload of Profoto packs to create awesome environmental portraits.
Wait a minute. Something just doesn't feel right about this photograph. Sure, it follows all the rules of composition and exposure and queue the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher, Mrs. Donovan.
Today, the progressions with Jason. From enemy of the lens to a artisan of the headshot pose.
Having said that, I also espied a myriad of photographs that gave photographers bad names across the globe.
I'm certain you know the photographs I speak of. Imagine: the 70s or 80s when most photographers wore pocket protectors, carried black combs for all the clients to keep, bad lighting, bad posing and worse, those abhorrent backdrops.
Tie dyed from a bad acid trip?
I vowed to never ever stoop to such a creative low. . .
. . . Until now.
Today, is a recent shoot with the awesome Sandy Koppelman. The progression. This is how it's done my friends.
However, I'd like to go over a few yesterdays, todays and tomorrows. The stuff it took, takes and will take to grow in a super competitive world of creativity that is professional photography.
It's the blog's 4th Birthday!
Hence today's photograph that will be discussed later in the fourth anniversary post.
If you have become attached at the hip with your camera and people besides your mommy are starting to notice your works and are contemplating making a buck with that chunk of glass, then this post is for you.
If you need a Bruce Lee roundhouse kick in the ass for some inspiration and motivation, then this post is for you.
If you want to learn how I made this photograph, then this post is for you.
If you think the following words will be all you need to get you out of your prosaic, pathetic 9 to 5, then I think your better off going back to Facebook to waste more of your precious time stalking your ex-girlfriend.
It was a corporate shoot; big pharma and I have to admit, the butterflies in my belly seemed to have hit a dose or two of some high quality Shaboo.
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