Photography is something that became much more interesting to me in just the past few years. I’ve always been doing something “artistic” whether or not I ever claimed it was artistic. In my mind it is just the stuff I do and much of it is a huge waste of time but it seems to satisfy my need to explore and experiment with different visual ideas. Some lead me into other things. Some fail and I move on to something else. I accept that this is the way it is and won’t beat myself up too much if things don’t work out. I can try again tomorrow.
I did a trade shoot the other day. Someone had set it up, I agreed. I did not need the images and just kind of did it out of habit. If I was going to get a few good images out of it, I would be happy. If I could use the time to experiment with minimal lighting and then later produce an image with some kind of technique and polish, I would be even happier. That was really all I was going to get out of it.
The shoot happened, people left with a cd of low res images. This new camera (50D) is set to shoot raw and small jpg at the same time. I usually give the models the jpgs as proofs. The quality of the image is much better than previous versions and the size of a “small” image is huge compared to images that could be produced only a few years ago.
If you read this far, you are expecting the point – or the rant in this case. Something unexpected happened after the shoot. I have read about this from time to time and had never really given it much thought. The model sent the image to a retoucher and paid this person to work on the image. Other images were also retouched by others. I usually just tell people to mark the image as “retouched by model” and have no issue with it. I know that there are a lot of people that are as interested in post processing as they are interested in modeling. Who am I to deny their creative flow? But this was a little different and I just don’t know how I should feel about it. In some ways, I feel as if I was somehow taken advantage of. I also do not want to change the way I have operated with people for several years – this was just something new to me.
Oh well. I suppose I should not get bent out of shape over it.