Today we met with two French photographers that Paige had been emailing with. They had set up a shoot for us here in Paris. Not my deal, but I decided to tag along. We met two beautiful, but more importantly very sweet and fun! models at a wedding dress boutique. They were modeling two very expensive gowns created by a Parisian dress designer. The French photographers had hired a limo for the day to take us around Paris wherever we would like to shoot. We found out very quickly that limos are extremely uncommon here so everyone who saw it assumed the girls were movie stars or something and flocked around. Surprising, amusing and exhilirating at first. At the end of the day when people actually started getting rather agressive and were pushing me out of the way to take their own photos of people they thought must be famous I was fed up. Plus it was freezing cold and the girls were not only cold but tired as we had dragged them out into the middle of the Champs-Elysees (the busiest 8-lane highway in Paris), in front of the old opera house, down to Pont Neuf and then out to the Eiffel Tower. And I was tired and totally over the gawking and the overall kafuffel. It wasn't my shoot. Paige and Julie were really the ones interested in getting the fashion/bridal images- I just shot more documentary style, but thinking back I just kind of shut things down. It would have ended very soon anyway. But I couldn't even get one of the models into the limo there were so many people gathered around it and trying to take her photo with their cell phones, etc. I was completely unenchanted. And I don't like to be pushed. So I got pissed. Somehow I clearly communicated to the limo drivers that they needed to get people out of the way and I just started yelling at everyone. Ahh, the bossy big sister. I just told everyone to get out of the way and told all the photographers to get in the limo right this second. After a couple glasses of wine I calmed down a bit, but I don't think fashion is my calling. It makes me bossy and mad. But here are a couple pretty shots I managed to get.
Today we met with two French photographers that Paige had been emailing with. They had set up a shoot for us here in Paris. Not my deal, but I decided to tag along. We met two beautiful, but more importantly very sweet and fun! models at a wedding dress boutique. They were modeling two very expensive gowns created by a Parisian dress designer. The French photographers had hired a limo for the day to take us around Paris wherever we would like to shoot. We found out very quickly that limos are extremely uncommon here so everyone who saw it assumed the girls were movie stars or something and flocked around. Surprising, amusing and exhilirating at first. At the end of the day when people actually started getting rather agressive and were pushing me out of the way to take their own photos of people they thought must be famous I was fed up. Plus it was freezing cold and the girls were not only cold but tired as we had dragged them out into the middle of the Champs-Elysees (the busiest 8-lane highway in Paris), in front of the old opera house, down to Pont Neuf and then out to the Eiffel Tower. And I was tired and totally over the gawking and the overall kafuffel. It wasn't my shoot. Paige and Julie were really the ones interested in getting the fashion/bridal images- I just shot more documentary style, but thinking back I just kind of shut things down. It would have ended very soon anyway. But I couldn't even get one of the models into the limo there were so many people gathered around it and trying to take her photo with their cell phones, etc. I was completely unenchanted. And I don't like to be pushed. So I got pissed. Somehow I clearly communicated to the limo drivers that they needed to get people out of the way and I just started yelling at everyone. Ahh, the bossy big sister. I just told everyone to get out of the way and told all the photographers to get in the limo right this second. After a couple glasses of wine I calmed down a bit, but I don't think fashion is my calling. It makes me bossy and mad. But here are a couple pretty shots I managed to get.
And here is the crew, minus Anne who shot the photo. She did some videotaping of the shoot. But as much as I dislike photos of myself, multiply that by 100 million when it comes to seeing myself on video. Ugh. I prefer to live in denial and believe that I am charming, witty, agile and overall gorgeous and elegant. So I don't think any of you will be seeing video footage. Except perhaps on Paige or Julie's blog. 
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