There's always a touch of surreality about shoots that happen with Betty Spoke. I don't know if this air of the unreal is tied to my first experience of the Betty Spoke brand as a silent film set in a theatre, but there's always something.
Our first shoot together was a little ad hoc affair in her studio, shooting a model draped across a sewing machine in an effort to recreate her logo in vivo. We had a little help with post production in merging our model with a sewing machine and the results were great. This in spite of a makeup artist cancelling the day before the shoot because the 9:30 am start meant that he would have to wake up and travel to the shoot all the way across Glasgow.
The second shoot was a more conventional shoot, two models, two dresses, makeup artist. Somehow though I found myself in a conference room at the Science Centre discussing how UFO-like a hairstlye should be and then spent a cold hour or two at the edge of the Clyde watching out for errant breezes in case they lifted one of the model's skirts into the realms of indecency. One dress inspired by the then in progress Hydro and the other by the Armadillo.
So some months later and I descended on Betty's new studio in Pollockshaws to shoot one of her bespoke bridal dresses as the bride was collecting it that day. This shoot progressed well, nothing out of the ordinary and we got some great pictures of the lovely Hazel ahead of her wedding in Sri Lanka in January. Naturally the pictures of the dress are staying under wraps, but here's a wee head shot. Betty had rigged up a black back cloth for the shoot and we managed to squeeze lights, photographer and bride with dress and long train into the spare room at her studio. Megan Crockett managed the hair and makeup on the day.
All so straightforward, not much different to some of the personal portrait shots I do for my customers and no elements to arouse concern about the fabric of reality. Only as we left for the day did we bump into one of her neighbours, owner of a travelling zoo, bringing back his iguana's, snakes and other beasties from a gig. We then stood and discussed stoner rock vs glam rock vs prog rock vs heavy rock, gigs and the mad bald woman in the street, as we stood under the developing drizzle.
I expect an alien invasion for round 4!