Dances For Wolves

Think there could be a dissertation written on this image, and what it signifies, for the subjects, the photographer and viewers (both passing by while the picture was taken and subsequently, looking at the image). Nevertheless, I'll be brief as I've got other things to do!

So, the contact I made last week at the Man of Valour shoot led to a 'try-out' session at Out of the Blue Drill Hall, which I did well enough to get sent to cover a couple of shoots. Yesterday's Snails and Ketchup in the venue and then today a lunchtime photocall on the Royal Mile for Class Stage Productions show Dances For Wolves. It's a play about strippers, hence the outfits, and the plan was to take pictures around the phone boxes outside Deacon Brodies. However Kirsty, the writer/director of the show (and by the look of it, also producer and publicity person) had sweet-talked a guy with a bright-red Ferrari to let us use it for the shoot. So me and another agency photographer got some images of the actors in and around the car, before moving across the road to take some more at the phoneboxes too. Not surprisingly we attracted a bit of a crowd, and lots of tourists were also snapping away, and wanting their pictures taken with the actors. Which was all a bit ironic, as I gathered from speaking to Kirsty that the play is rather scornful in its attitude to the men who go to see the strippers perform. Maybe that should have been the picture after all, rather than trying to keep tourists out of the shot! Anyway, pictures taken and now uploaded to the agency for them to put on the site. It's just a printed newspapers photo agency, and I only get paid if an image gets printed. Have to see how it goes. The photographer I spoke to at the Traverse said it started slowly for him, but he can now get several images printed in different papers in one week and is not doing too badly. Not enough to change his life, but some income from photography in these difficult times which can't be bad. Fingers crossed I can get some images into the papers myself.