Thursday, March 17, 2011
Doll Me Up - The Concept Shoot
So, a few months back I had the idea to do a few "concept shoots".
They would be unique ideas/themes done to photoshoot and add to my portfolio of work whilst also including people that are part of my Lee Folkard Photography Fan Page on facebook.
This way I reward people that participate in my page and support my work AND I get to do something challenging and different whilst also building on my work. WIN - WIN - WIN.
I asked for people who were interested to forward me relevant info and then compiled a database of potential candidates.
After a botched attempt at Concept Shoot #1 - When all people involved are not on the same page things fall apart. On to Concept Shoot #2.
I got the idea to do a doll inspired shoot. Many ideas were played around with as dolls are a broad theme - at the end most inspiration was taken from the doll of all dolls - Barbie :)
With a lil twist - having one "bad doll" amongst the bunch. So 5 girls were selected and plans set in motion.
Saturday 12th March arrived and all 5 girls pitched. The Make-Up artist was there, along with the Stylist.
It marked my first photoshoot which featured video. This should be available more in the future of Lee Folkard Photography. With my uChannel launched on YouTube-> www.youtube.com/user/leefolkard
You may see a few videos that are already up.
Starting at 08:00 and going on till about 15:00 - a long day was had by us all. But I would hope a memorable one will be remembered.
I would like to thank all those involved in this successful concept shoot:
Angela, Nicci, Chandre, Chelsi, Kayla, Brett and Jessica - awesome work all round!
Doll Me Up! More pictures coming soon!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
An Open Letter
Hello, Random Person:
I know you can see my eyes wandering from the dirty street floor up to your face. Or maybe it’s your hair, or the line of your nose. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
As I go through life, I’m constantly snapping pictures with my mind. Studying the light as it hits random people’s faces. That’s my life… to see… to see the world around me and find the little hints of beauty, or maybe I’m looking for the ugly in all that beauty. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
Oops. Our eyes met again, I’ll quickly turn my head away and pretend I’m looking at the poster of… Oh shit, that’s an advertisement for Viagra. I don’t need that, I’ll quickly turn my head away. For a moment, I stare at someone or something else. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
It’s not you, it’s me. You think I’m staring at you, but I’m not, I promise… I’m just looking at the light, or maybe it’s your skin, or maybe it’s the cool clothes you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way your jeans fit you… Ok, I guess I am staring at you. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
I’m walking up the stairs. You seem to be taking the same turns as me. As I turn the corner, I catch a glimpse of the way you walk. You have this sense of grace, almost like you’re floating. I think you notice me looking, again. I’m sorry. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
Later that day, I’m walking down the street and happen to run into you again. I notice your outfit changed a bit. Your blouse is flowing in the wind, what beautiful movement. Your hair… Yes, your hair too it looks fuller – it’s not as wet like this morning – the wind gives it this beautiful flowy look. I look the other way as we pass. I think you noticed that I was looking at you again. I’m sorry. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
I get home finally. I remember the things I saw today, and yesterday, and the day before. The flow of your dress. The attitude I sensed. The way you sat. The way you held on to the hand rail as you walked up the slippery stairs. Your hair flowing in the wind, your hair style – I love it.
I promise, I do it to everyone, everything. The Girls. The Guys. The Statues. The Buildings. The Taxis. The Cars. The Ocean. The Sky. The Light. The Dark.
You’re beautiful. You’re Ugly. Your style inspires me. Your style? What style? Your eyes freak me out. They’re glaring at me. I’m really not staring at you. You have this attitude that inspires me. Yes, I’m looking at you, but I promise I’m really not looking at you.
I can’t help it, I’m a photographer.
Sincerely,
Lee Folkard
I know you can see my eyes wandering from the dirty street floor up to your face. Or maybe it’s your hair, or the line of your nose. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
As I go through life, I’m constantly snapping pictures with my mind. Studying the light as it hits random people’s faces. That’s my life… to see… to see the world around me and find the little hints of beauty, or maybe I’m looking for the ugly in all that beauty. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
Oops. Our eyes met again, I’ll quickly turn my head away and pretend I’m looking at the poster of… Oh shit, that’s an advertisement for Viagra. I don’t need that, I’ll quickly turn my head away. For a moment, I stare at someone or something else. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
It’s not you, it’s me. You think I’m staring at you, but I’m not, I promise… I’m just looking at the light, or maybe it’s your skin, or maybe it’s the cool clothes you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way your jeans fit you… Ok, I guess I am staring at you. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
I’m walking up the stairs. You seem to be taking the same turns as me. As I turn the corner, I catch a glimpse of the way you walk. You have this sense of grace, almost like you’re floating. I think you notice me looking, again. I’m sorry. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
Later that day, I’m walking down the street and happen to run into you again. I notice your outfit changed a bit. Your blouse is flowing in the wind, what beautiful movement. Your hair… Yes, your hair too it looks fuller – it’s not as wet like this morning – the wind gives it this beautiful flowy look. I look the other way as we pass. I think you noticed that I was looking at you again. I’m sorry. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.
I get home finally. I remember the things I saw today, and yesterday, and the day before. The flow of your dress. The attitude I sensed. The way you sat. The way you held on to the hand rail as you walked up the slippery stairs. Your hair flowing in the wind, your hair style – I love it.
I promise, I do it to everyone, everything. The Girls. The Guys. The Statues. The Buildings. The Taxis. The Cars. The Ocean. The Sky. The Light. The Dark.
You’re beautiful. You’re Ugly. Your style inspires me. Your style? What style? Your eyes freak me out. They’re glaring at me. I’m really not staring at you. You have this attitude that inspires me. Yes, I’m looking at you, but I promise I’m really not looking at you.
I can’t help it, I’m a photographer.
Sincerely,
Lee Folkard
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Kelly Scott,
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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