Leaving something to the imagination, in my opinion, is key.
One of the things I try to avoid during these sessions is to show everything in these images. I mean this in two ways.
The first, more obvious way is that I don’t believe in showing everything a woman has to offer. Once that is seen, then the interest in the subject dwindles perilously. That’s the main problem I have with Playboy and it’s ilk. After the third image, you’ve seen it all and the following images aren’t as interesting so you kinda flip through them with significantly less enthusiasm.
Yes, I shoot nudes, if that is what the client wants. Yes, they can be full monty in front of me – again, if they want. But even then, given the choice, I will choose to compose the image accordingly. I like leaving an air of mystery, a yearning to see more, and the tantalizing aspect of thinking you’re seeing something or about to see something but you’re not.
Continue reading “Mrs R’s submission to the Dark side.”
Stay in this business long enough you’ll find yourself coming back to the starting point.
When I was first dipping my toes into the world of fine art photography over 14 years ago I developed a style that was dramatic, contrasty, and dark. Someone compared my work of the human form to the stylings of Edward Weston. I took that will a large grain of satisfaction.
Over the intervening years I tried my hand at a lot of different styles and genres. When I first started to do boudoir five years ago I defaulted back to the world of dark and contrasty images with an air of mystery. Heavily influenced by Film Noir, in fact. When trying something new it makes sense to go to something you know to ease the transition, I figured. It was one thing I knew so I could spend more energy developing new poses, compositions, et cetera.
Then about two years ago I started working on a new look. Luminous, light, ethereal lighting to envelope the subject. Make them angelic, even. I was very proud of this and it was welcomed by the community.
But the dark side is never, ever far from the surface. It’s in my blood. It sings to me in ways others cant. It’s a siren’s song that pulls at me to come back with open arms. A craving, if I am to be totally open about such things.
Continue reading “Return to the Dark Side with Bre.”