I was going to name this post, “Close” but then I thought I’d name it after a favorite song by The Cure. I always felt like the song “Close To Me” could have been written by me or for me. I don’t even know what it’s about but it makes perfect sense.
“I’ve waited hours for this
I’ve made myself so sick
I wish I’d stayed
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
this close to me
just try to see in the dark
just try to make it work
to feel the fear before you’re here
I make the shapes come much too close
I pull my eyes out
hold my breath
and wait until I shake…”
Ok, that was more me ten years ago. And occasionally, still. Definitely.
You may have noticed that if I had to give a description of the style of photography I most favor, I’d say, “Extremely Candid and Incredibly Close,” a play on one of my favorite books, “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.” That’s why I loved last year’s 50mm lens birthday gift so much – it really favors the close-up better than any lens I’ve ever had. (Not any lens in existence. If I were rich…I’d get even closer lenses.) I feel courageous getting close to you with the camera between us.
More comfortable than I feel without it, for sure.
I always tell people to give me an hour alone with them or whoever they want me to take pictures of. In just an hour, I can get what I need. I will try to hide from you and steal candids whenever I can. And I will get in your face a lot. Your smile may falter and you may get a little nervous, but eventually it will melt away. I haven’t met someone yet I couldn’t eventually loosen with my bad jokes and photographic patience. I have no doubt they’re out there. Mostly though, it just takes an hour.
It just takes you to get close to me.
A new favorite.
I had a professional camera and lens for a few days and it was glorious and magnificent. I was really sad to give it back but it was just a rental. This blog post, these pictures, they’re my way of saying maybe it doesn’t matter if you spend $5,000 on your camera (and $1,500 on the lens) or if you’re using an outdated and slightly cracked old faithful. The inspiration and the light – maybe they’re the only things that matter. These are all taken by my imperfectly perfect old faithful.
I used to take lovers’ photos like this next set. I upped the ISO to avoid using flash but wound up with some sexy grain. And there would always be weird light and the pictures would just show what it’s like – two people lying on the floor together. Two people who love each other.
It was fun to lie on the floor with Scarlet and take grainy, blurry, silly, strange photos. It felt like film again.
Another new favorite.
I’ll be off the grid for a few days at the family beach house but I’ll be back with a post by Sunday and will have super awesome beach pictures to share sometime next week. I just didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.
Thinking about you all, always.