Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out

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all we have to do is focus

...or phocus

started the day with the AA (the automobile association, not alcoholics anonymous)

'thankyou' i said to the kindly breakdown mechanic '...you've fixed it!'

'i haven't fixed it', he said, 'i've bodged it'

fortunately it wasn't raining.

as he was leaving he said, 'good to meet you and thankyou for the banter...if you don't mind me asking, can i ask...who are you?'

'you're holding my AA card: my name's on it' i said

'yes, but are you SOMEBODY?' he said

'we're ALL somebody aren't we?' i replied

'are you special or a VIP you just have something about you that makes me think you are'

'we're all special and we're all important people. i'm just a photographer' i reply.

at focus 2013

it's a strange scene for me: the concentrated recognition. i mooch about like a walking photo opportunity for photography enthusiasts to photograph.

i am not dressed too subtle: the black flight suit with PEROU in large letters on my back, a bowler hat and shades.

meet some nice people though and caught up with some friends

it's good to be back.

amuse ourselves greatly at the flash centre lighting demonstration where their lighting demonstrator calls over his model:

'come on princess, that's it, yes...what's you name? maisey? ok corn...you are corn...maisey...i'm making a joke...hahaha'

then

'ok, LETS DO IT!! LOSE THE HANDS THEY'RE FAT AND UGLY...good'

and later on getting a member of the audience up on stage to try his lighting technique (called 'the sandwich')

'ok, you're the guinea pig...NO: don't touch the model...how many times do i have to say: don't touch the model...you can have sex with her later, but don't touch the model'

W.O.W

i almost intervened when he was saying 'you always need 3 lights to do things right' (ALL of my recent shoots have been with 1 bare head)

and

'the problem most photographers make is not getting enough accessories'

dinner at the hotel bar with crew, CJ and her husband martin.

Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: March 03, 2013