Capturing my bad side – My hobby VS my addiction

Michael - The Photographer

I’ve mentioned Michael before in my blog, he’s very, very, VERY good at photography - he’s currently studying it at Lincoln University and he’s doing very, very, VERY well… Yes, I am sucking up to him, and why? Because he holds the power to make me look exceptionally disgusting on Photoshop if he wishes. As it goes, he actually manages to make me look alright. I probably wouldn’t have helped him this time if he had made me look bad in his previous work, I’m pretty vain and won’t bother lying about it.

His current project involves photographing people from two perspectives – the first, something they like about themselves, a quality to be proud of, or ar least, not embarrassed about. The second, something they don’t like about themselves. Ouch.

He chose my good side – he wanted to take a photo that expressed my creativity. But when it came to chosing my bad side, he pretended he couldn’t think of any, possibly for fear that if he insulted me in anyway I would refuse to help him. Luckily, I already knew too well what my negative aspect could be, I get it alot from, well, everyone. My addiction to fake tan. Don’t laugh.

So followed a day of us turning my room into a studio, or attempting to. Me perching precariously on a window sill, until deciding that I simply wasn’t model-sized enough to fit properly. (My rear end was too large.)  Michael taking about four hundred attempts to get the lighting JUST RIGHT. Me standing in my sunny, but undeniably cold garden getting splatted (there is no other word to better describe it) with brightly coloured paint. Me trying to look at a dead flower like I loved it and that it was my dream to cover it in pink and yellow paint.

It did, however, all pay off. Apart from the insane amount of paint that was left in my hair when we were finished, we managed to get two lovely shots without TOO much trouble, one for my good side, one for my bad side. They’re shown below, and I have labelled them just incase Michael and I are deluded and you can’t tell which one is which. 

My Good Side - Creativity

My Bad Side - Tanorexia