They Had Faces Now
Lindsey is a friend of mine who is an actress with a beauty that matches her interests: the past. Her favourite roles to play seem to be those created for women from a different time. Ruth Sherwood. Phyllis Rogers Stone. Tracy Lord. These are the types of women Lindsey understands and portrays well onstage (so well that she won a region acting award for playing Fraulein Kost in Cabaret).
And what's more fun than a period photo shoot where Jennifer Houston makes a girl look like she stepped out of a Kaufman and Hart play and Stephen Mosher (that's me) makes her look like she has been lit by George Hurrell?
I'm no George Hurrell.
I'm not even Len Prince.
The resulting photos are photos of which I am extremely proud. I'm proud that after a self-imposed retirement of 8 years, I seem to still be able to do what I spent my entire adult life learning.
I'm proud that Jennifer is such an artist with a makeup and a hair brush.
I'm proud that I have friends who will join me in the important adventure of making art.
I'm proud that my grandmother taught me about Hollywood glamour by showing me the drawings she did when she worked for Edith Head at Paramount Studios and by showing me the photos of Garbo and Dietrich that taught me how Hurrell lit people
I'm proud that my mother gave me a camera at the age of 16 and that I taught myself everything I know about making pictures.
I'm proud that I've learned a little about digital photography and computer editing of digital photos.
I'm proud that I am still able to grown
I'm proud to have friends who bring their artistic eye to the table when we work together, yet who are not afraid to take direction and who are willing to play.
I'm proud to have an adventurous husband who is a go-to guy who will be there when he is needed.
I'm proud of a lot of things in this life; and I know they say that pride is a sin - but I think that is when the pride is misplaced. I don't think it is a sin to do something and have the self-confidence to say "I made this" -- particularly when it is something you made with love and with people you love.
There was a moment during this shoot when everything was perfect...
We were in Brady's living room. Lindsey was on the sofa, Rhoda was beside her. Rhoda's owner, Jason, was off left, out of frame, keeping her from jumping off the lounge and running away.
Rhoda, though in place, was actually looking off to the left, at Jason. We needed her to look at the camera but simply saying "Rhoda" doesn't do the trick. Pat said "Stephen, squeal."
I know how to squeeze my voicebox so that it emits a high pitched squeak.
So I did.
Rhoda turned her head and cocked it to one side, looking right in the camera.
I knew it would be one of my favourite photos ever.
There I was...making art with my family.