a poem from another year, another time, suddenly visited by 44 unidentified people on flickr today. Where did they come from, who are they, and why did they come?
This was my first shoot with two models working with ambient and artificial light. I have mixed feelings about the results, but on the whole I am very happy. I have used a wide aperture and a longish exposure to create differential sharpness and a soft, oil paint effect for a series based on a poem by Duffy, called "Warming her Pearls"
"She's beautiful. I dream about her in my attic bed; picture her dancing with tall men, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent beneath her French perfume, her milky stones. "
"All day I think of her, resting in the Yellow Room, contemplating silk or taffeta, which gown tonight? She fans herself whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering each pearl. Slack on my neck, her rope."