There is nothing like the open road. The wind in your hair, the radio blasting…going a full 10 feet before the photographer in the passenger seat is sqwaking to pull over to the side of the road.
PHOTOGRAPHER/ HUSBAND(screaming in your ear while you are trying to concentrate on driving and not being pulled over for speeding):OH MY GOD!!! O MY GOD!!! PULL OVER .PULL OVER !!!! HERE! STOP THE CAR!
UNSUSPECTING LOCATION SCOUT/DRIVER (terrified)On the side of the highway!?!?!
PHOTOGRAPHER/ HUSBAND (annoyed)YES!
UNSUSPECTING LOCATION SCOUT/DRIVER (Still terrified)Right here!? ON THE HIGHWAY?!?!!
PHOTOGRAPHER/ CONJUGAL TYRANT (STILL annoyed) YES!!!! I’M MISSING THE SHOT!
UNSUSPECTING LOCATION SCOUT/DRIVER(pulling over to basically a ditch on the side of the road as cars wiz by) Umm..ok.is this safe?!
who needs safety when trying to attain the perfect shot???!!!!!!
My vacations consist of sitting in a parked car in various settings.
Sitting in a parked car in the boiling hot desert sun; sitting in a parked car in a deserted parking lot at dusk; sitting in a parked car in the woods during a snow drift; sitting in a parked car in the dark with my high beams on providing light for my husband while he scales a chain link fence for the perfect shot…
Ahhhhh. Road trips with a photographer…
Categories: Livin’ the dream/ diary of a photographer’s wife · My wife is cool
NB: We, at Axel Dupeux Inc, after a long and painfully useless search for a free intern on craigslist willing to update this blog more often than we do, are finally proud to welcome Deana Spavento-Dupeux as our new guest blogger who will write on here once in a while about the ups and downs of sharing the life of a photographer.
Patience is not only a virtue, it is a way of life when you live with a photographer.
I never know what is going to greet me on the other side of the door when i come home from work. An impromptu photo shoot (that has all my lovely vintage furniture pushed into a small corner of the room), half naked models using my walk in closet as a dressing room, 12 rappers freestyling, dead animals (read:taxidermy goats), other french “bohemian” photographers crashing on my couch…..circus midgets.
On a recent night after some (read: alot) cocktails with friends I turned my key and found my husband testing lights for his shoot the next day. “oh your just in time: he says enthusiastically. “for what?” i say suspiciously looking around the room for a booby trap. “for me to take your picture, i’m testing my lights” “phew” i thought.”that’s easy enough” of course i said that before i saw his “flash”
“What is that?” I say slightly terrified. “my camera” (I mean seriously folks) “no, that monstrosity attached to it!” “oh my new flash! Pretty cool, right?” Oh boy how do I get roped into these things? “is that going to blind me?” “UGH!, How the hell should I know ?! That is why I’m testing it on you!”
Ahhhhh-true love
For the record YES it did temporaily blind me, but you will be happy to know i no longer see traces of white rings when i open my eyes…i think.
Categories: Livin' the dream · My wife is cool
