Girl number two in my rather idiosyncratic campaign against make-up and excessive photoshopping: Kelly.
I’ve done loads of pics of Kelly before and I think you can see that in how relaxed she is. Every portrait you take is, of course, not a photo of a person but a photo of your relationship with that person. And I think you can tell we’re mates. 🙂
Since the photoshoot, Kell’s stopped wearing make-up! She didn’t wear loads before but now she feels confident enough not to wear any. I call that a positive result!
She’s sitting at my dining table right now and says:
“Even though I feel slightly more vulnerable, I still feel very pretty. And when people see me now, they see the real me, not a façade.”
I have a dislike of extreme photoshoppery of portraits. Particularly of women. You know the ones I mean: where every blemish and wrinkle is removed, leaving an image that looks like some uncanny android rather than a living, breathing human being. I find these images disturbing on many levels.
I also, like most blokes, think make-up is generally gilding the lily. Women are naturally beautiful, and make-up nearly always obscures that beauty. Very rarely, when it does succeed, it’s because the applier knows that less is more.
To that end, I’ve started a photo project called No Make-Up, No Photoshop which I’ll be posting onto Flickr and here. I’ll be using women and girls I know and shooting them with zero make-up and no photoshopping. The only adjustments to the images will be cropping and contrast changes. I won’t even boost saturation to falsely alter their natural colours.
Click the image above to see more of natural beauty, Nat! 🙂
On Saturday, I managed to catch a couple of bands out of a multi-band bill at Big Blue.
Aged Yummy were extremely twiddly and have very much a liking of the silly time sig change. But I’ll let them off because the three-piece also have a deft melodic sensibility and lovely lyrics. Result! Put it this way, they were giving away their CDR but I paid them a fiver for it as I enjoyed the gig so much. 🙂
Ice, Sea, Dead People were another trio and, again, they managed to make a massive sound. Not least because lead shouty/guitarist bloke is a fucking demon on the guitar. He raked his hands over it, knocked it round the room like a sailor in a barfight and still managed to make it sing. And scream. They reminded me of ‘Flames’-era Refused and that can only be good.
Talking to both bands briefly afterwards, I can also say that they were lovely lads. So, great music and totally not-wankers. Please, send them your money now!