Festive foolishness

22 December 2005

A conversation between Dad and me:

“She’s the girl from … Ipanema”
“That’s what I was thinking”
“Who lives next to…”
“The man from Laramie?”
“In the house …”
“That Jack built?”

Madame La Sooze came round last night in order to deliver presents and eat macaroni cheese. As has become customary, I got my camera out and she gurned in front of it. If she ever becomes famous, I could make a bloody fortune. The impetus for fetching the D50 was seeing our reflections in the conservatory window. Although it was dark, the curtain was still open so that we could see the fairy lights on the oak tree outside. We sat in front of the window and played around with the light from Dad’s torches. The resulting photos are very strange, with low light, reflections, double images in the double glazing and things that are outside looking like they’re inside and vice versa.

We moved over to the Christmas tree after a while to take advantage of its glowing festive nature. Suzy’s a patient model / professional gurner and often I was so concentrated on the camera that I wouldn’t see that she was pulling a face until I’d taken the pic and it popped up on the screen on the back. Similarly, when we tried a few portraits of the two of us together, it was only when I got back to the camera that i would find that she had been doing this or this.