That is certainly more chat than I usually generate. Here is some return chatter.
I wish I could say that the bar code had agenda (man, I wish I could say that!). She was actually drinking from the bottle (which was filled with coffee) and it got turned around. The other side is embossed with the words "Root Beer." We keep the bottle around because my son likes to drink his milk from it. And why the hell not say I.
What felt authentic to me were (a) the light and (b) her lack of a model-like expression. It appears to me that she is listening. I can see thoughts processing. It is an explanation to which she will not have to respond for some time.
Every item in this photo, except for the model and the phone, is a regular attendee. My home was built in the 50s and my kitchen has a very early 50s vibe. We have framed pages from the 50s edition of that Better Homes Cookbook. You know those photos of gelatin with fruit bobbing around inside and everybody wearing Leave-it-to-Beaver smiles.
I had much much better crops... but the lighting was more "correct" and therefore less interesting.
A missed criticism: That dress is falling off of her. It looks ridiculous in this particular shot, though perfectly fine in others. The dress belongs to my wife, has an open back, and didn't always fall well on the model.
btw, this is a photo of a barcode, right? a hidden suggestion that bar charts of scores do not belong on photographs, since there were no barcodes in the 50s, right?
This was one of my favorites, sometimes I'm thankful just to see something different! I love all the period elements, but they don't seem crammed in or overdone. Beautiful model, too. A small anachronism: the barcode on the bottle. Nice work.
I hardly ever like staged photographs which is why I am so much taken with this one ... it first had to overcome my prejudices, and it did! I like it so much because it is such a wonderful little story. I think it's about rebellion. All the small icons of her time and her place are there; the baking stuff, the appliances, the phone, the pop, the dress, her grooming and of course the apron. She is the perfect vision of an idealized life. And yet, there is a tiny hint of something else; some simmering insurrection. There's a tiny wicked smile at her lips, and there's the slightly racy stockings. I wonder who she's calling. Probably not Dexter (or whatever hubby's name is). So I like it for all that and for its echoes of Frank Yates's Revolutionary Road. 10, and the Order of the Thumb:
Add photograph to your favorites
Add photographer to your favorites
Photographer found comment helpful.
