I've been taking photographs professionally for not that long. I adore natural light, but sometimes people don't have enough light in there house. What am I to do then. So I wanted to experiment with a technique called Strobism, where you take your external camera flash off of the hotshoe on top of the camera, stick it on a bracket elsewhere and use either a cord or wireless to trigger it. I wanted to go the cheapest route to see if the quality of light could be soft enough that you wouldn't detect that it's flash. On camera flash flattens faces, makes everything look bright and uniform. The absence of flash, or at least one's perception of it, is the hallmark of professional photography. The average point and shoot makes grease spots on people's foreheads, etc.
So, the day I got my flash bracket and umbrella kit, Myles was kind enough to be my model. This is notable: he has long refused to take pictures for me, well at least looking at me. He'll ask me to get the camera and then turn his head away once I start to shoot. Already famous, trying to foil the paparazzi. Well this day, he let mamarazzi shoot away. I think the patriotic sunglasses might have helped.
A new breed of superhero.
He's so introspective. Pondering his next move, perhaps?
If you take one more picture of me lady...
Yeah, I think I'm feeling the groove. It's groovy, yeah, groovy.
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