I woke up this morning with an image in my head. And all day I've been following a train of thought.. Okay, let me back up.
On New Year's Eve, we knew for a while that our plan was to go to our friends' house for a small dinner party. They live nearby so we didn't have to deal with driving, but the host (husband) got the flu and instead we stayed home, wore PJ's, and ate in (Wasabi sushi and noodles take away for me, leftover stew and twice baked souffled potatoes for Mr. Dot - his favourite). Just as I was serving him, the steam rising caught the light and I made him get up from the chair as I ran to get the camera. He was like 'what the f*** are you doing' but that's the thing about photography: it's all about the light, and capturing the moment.
That's what drew me in, initially, about 'street style' shooting, when I started my blog. The chance encounters, the magic of coincidence of turning down one street and meeting someone who might even end up becoming a friend, or at the very least, a great subject for a post, and knowing that had I turned down another street I'd never have seen them.
And when it comes to shooting fashion outside, it's all about the light: take for example these two different shots, on the same day, of Georgie. Bright light is too harsh, I love the soft grey light.
It's random that Georgie and Tali are wearing similar flower prints in these shots. I love that kind of weird connection/coincidence tho. And all day this thought seemed somehow more profound but it really is that simple: being a photographer is simply about remembering to take you camera when you walk out the door (that, and either charging it, or if you shoot in film, bringing a spare roll). Apart from that, it's just a question of turning down the right corner, keeping one's eyes open, and hoping the light is right.