There is something about seemingly broken down backdrops. I don’t know if I’m only jumping onto the trend right now, *clubs head*but it is my current thing and I just love working out contrasting outfits to shoot there.
Downstairs in my building, by the fire escape stairway, right next to the dumpster; there is buckloads of corrugated iron; rusty pipes and what looks like croaky crazy-heavy metal bars I have always avoided. Just the other day when I felt all grey and stuff –thanks to the recent Jozi weather, I braved to have these pics of me photographed and the moment made me think about many qualms most people have about my line of work.
Without sounding cheesy, fact is; fashion can be a bit scary from the outside. I mean, we (all participating regulars) often prance around as though we live in a marshmallow world where perfection is something one dimensional and completely closed off from reality. Well, as much as there are people who live like that, I think my “calling” requires bringing it down to a relatable level because, sensibly, it’s a trade thriving on reaching as many people as possible. There’s really not much of a point in partitioning the fun stuff from the real world.