On the Hunt
October 04, 2009
On the Hunt
On Friday I got a last-minute job from my friend and fellow photographer Paulo Pacheco, shooting a Boston-area Brazilian DJ that had decided to pack it in and move back to Brazil. He wanted a couple of photographers to shadow him and document his last night at Underbar, a local club for wealthy twenty-somethings. Arriving at the club around 11, we had no idea what we were in for, but the line of mini-skirted patrons both men and women gave us a clue. The club was wall to wall packed with people, and pitch-black. The fit bartender chick in leather shorts told me that this wasn't my local pub, and I was a bit hesitant at first to pull my my 5D, but as soon as I did I started to realize what a passport the camera was. Normally I didn't really belong in that kind upscale club with all the beautiful well to do, but with my camera I had them fighting for my attention. That wasn't why we were there, however. We met the DJ, a very like-able guy with a nondescript spiky haircut, and we were off on the hunt. All he really wanted was us to to follow him and take high-quality snapshots of him and his friends, and to document the ambiance, if that is the word for throngs of drunk women grinding and gyrating while men ogled and drank. I'd just finished my speed-light class at CDIA, and I wanted to put what I'd learned to good use. I put my flash up with a sto-fen on it, set the camera to AV with 2 stops under exposure compensation, f2.8, iso 3200, and took off into the club following the DJ. He twisted and turned through the club like a bullfighter, occasionally turning to motion to us to follow. Usually then he was gone again, and we spent our time scanning the dance floor for Brazilian men with spiky hair. It was a safari of sorts, with our quarry the one paying for us to hunt him, and it was a pretty exciting affair. After a few hours it was over, and my fellow photographers were tired, sweaty, and felt a little seedy but exhilirated. We had gone and photographed where only paparazzi usually dared to tread
Our Elusive and suprisingly lithe quarry with friends-F2.8 1/15th, iso 3200
On Friday I got a last-minute job from my friend and fellow photographer Paulo Pacheco, shooting a Boston-area Brazilian DJ that had decided to pack it in and move back to Brazil. He wanted a couple of photographers to shadow him and document his last night at Underbar, a local club for wealthy twenty-somethings. Arriving at the club around 11, we had no idea what we were in for, but the line of mini-skirted patrons both men and women gave us a clue. The club was wall to wall packed with people, and pitch-black. The fit bartender chick in leather shorts told me that this wasn't my local pub, and I was a bit hesitant at first to pull my my 5D, but as soon as I did I started to realize what a passport the camera was. Normally I didn't really belong in that kind upscale club with all the beautiful well to do, but with my camera I had them fighting for my attention. That wasn't why we were there, however. We met the DJ, a very like-able guy with a nondescript spiky haircut, and we were off on the hunt. All he really wanted was us to to follow him and take high-quality snapshots of him and his friends, and to document the ambiance, if that is the word for throngs of drunk women grinding and gyrating while men ogled and drank. I'd just finished my speed-light class at CDIA, and I wanted to put what I'd learned to good use. I put my flash up with a sto-fen on it, set the camera to AV with 2 stops under exposure compensation, f2.8, iso 3200, and took off into the club following the DJ. He twisted and turned through the club like a bullfighter, occasionally turning to motion to us to follow. Usually then he was gone again, and we spent our time scanning the dance floor for Brazilian men with spiky hair. It was a safari of sorts, with our quarry the one paying for us to hunt him, and it was a pretty exciting affair. After a few hours it was over, and my fellow photographers were tired, sweaty, and felt a little seedy but exhilirated. We had gone and photographed where only paparazzi usually dared to tread
Our Elusive and suprisingly lithe quarry with friends-F2.8 1/15th, iso 3200
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