The Nature of the Beast
Ladies and gentlemen, let me present to you Ben Ormerod.
Let's get this out of the way right now. I frigging *hate* the smell of fake tan, and Ben was covered from head to toe in the stuff from a bodybuilding competition a couple of days previously. A lot of people say it smells of biscuits; to me, the smell reminds me of cheap nightclubs (I think you know where I'm going with this). Anyway, seeing as I didn't have to get too close to him, I put on my big boy pants and got on with the job.
We rocked up to Wells Gym in Llandudno for the shoot, where they've got a boxing ring. Initially, the shoot idea was nothing like how this turned out, but I guess I'll save that idea for another day. This is probably the only time I've ever got into a ring with somebody who's got wrists as wide as my neck and lived to tell the tale. It wasn't all sweetness and light for me, though. I had to take my shoes off to shoot in the ring, and seeing as I dress like a refugee from the early 90s, my white socks got trashed (some would consider this to be a small mercy). Whatever, if all I have to moan about is the state of a pair of socks that needed to be consigned to the dustbin of fashion's history, I think that was a pretty good deal.
If you're a photographer and interested in this kind of thing, I'll be running a workshop (with Ben as the model) in the next few weeks, showing you how to light and pose your subject, and also run through photo editing techniques to give you the look you're after. Watch this space.
I don't need to remind anybody that these photos are copyrighted and owned by me. If you would like to discuss useage, feel free to hit me up me via my contact page.