When I was in school, my final exam was a photo shoot.
We were in charge of everything, makeup, hair, clothing, ect... When I meet the
photographer I was not impressed. He taught our class the night before the
shoot. He was MEAN! He yelled at us pretty much the whole night saying if he
did not like what he saw he would only take 10 pictures. The
words RAW PICTURES kept on coming out of his mouth, this meant there would be no
touchup, so don’t screw-up! He went on to tell us what he did not want to see
and what he did want to see. I knew about the photo shoot for some time and I
had been thinking about what I was going to do. I really wanted to do "pretty”
He kept on saying he wanted different, more avanguard. I am really not into
avanguard . I was so worried that
I did not sleep that night. I was
a basket case.
I have a fear about being judged and someone not liking what I
did. I am very scared of rejection.
Misty is a good friend of mine. She
was nice enough to be my model that day. I remember going to her house to do her
makeup feeling like I was going to throw up. I really could not talk to her; so
many things were running around in my brain. All I could think about was 10
pictures......that is all you get if I don’t like your work.
When we got
to the shoot, the "mean" man came in and just started to yell about some of the
girls and their models. He looked at me and said you will go next. He took
another student and her model first. This gave me time to breath. The next thing
I knew the student was back crying and he was yelling at her telling her what
did not look good and to fix it! I was next, YEAH!
I got Misty all ready to be photographed and he questioned why I
wanted her laying down the whole time, I don’t remember what I said to him, but
whatever I said he must of agreed with me. He starts taking pictures and then
stops, "Heather get over here", as I walked over I felt like I was going to pass
out. "Look at these photo through the lens" as I did I liked what I saw, but did
not say anything to him; he looked at me and said "stunning"!
I fell to the floor and sobbed. Misty could not move and I heard
her saying "Heather, Heather" This man sat down next to me and hugged me. He
told me that he could tell I was passionate about my work and it showed. He told
me he was going to go eat and to pull myself together and he would come back and
take more pictures. I went and lay down by Misty and she tried to console me
without moving. I love that girl!
Needless to say he came back and I got 200 pictures!
We were in charge of everything, makeup, hair, clothing, ect... When I meet the
photographer I was not impressed. He taught our class the night before the
shoot. He was MEAN! He yelled at us pretty much the whole night saying if he
did not like what he saw he would only take 10 pictures. The
words RAW PICTURES kept on coming out of his mouth, this meant there would be no
touchup, so don’t screw-up! He went on to tell us what he did not want to see
and what he did want to see. I knew about the photo shoot for some time and I
had been thinking about what I was going to do. I really wanted to do "pretty”
He kept on saying he wanted different, more avanguard. I am really not into
avanguard . I was so worried that
I did not sleep that night. I was
a basket case.
I have a fear about being judged and someone not liking what I
did. I am very scared of rejection.
Misty is a good friend of mine. She
was nice enough to be my model that day. I remember going to her house to do her
makeup feeling like I was going to throw up. I really could not talk to her; so
many things were running around in my brain. All I could think about was 10
pictures......that is all you get if I don’t like your work.
When we got
to the shoot, the "mean" man came in and just started to yell about some of the
girls and their models. He looked at me and said you will go next. He took
another student and her model first. This gave me time to breath. The next thing
I knew the student was back crying and he was yelling at her telling her what
did not look good and to fix it! I was next, YEAH!
I got Misty all ready to be photographed and he questioned why I
wanted her laying down the whole time, I don’t remember what I said to him, but
whatever I said he must of agreed with me. He starts taking pictures and then
stops, "Heather get over here", as I walked over I felt like I was going to pass
out. "Look at these photo through the lens" as I did I liked what I saw, but did
not say anything to him; he looked at me and said "stunning"!
I fell to the floor and sobbed. Misty could not move and I heard
her saying "Heather, Heather" This man sat down next to me and hugged me. He
told me that he could tell I was passionate about my work and it showed. He told
me he was going to go eat and to pull myself together and he would come back and
take more pictures. I went and lay down by Misty and she tried to console me
without moving. I love that girl!
Needless to say he came back and I got 200 pictures!