The story of the Luna photoshoot:
Linda has always been saying: “Once the time and the wrap is right, once the first offer to shoot a PROMO comes, I have a special secret location in mind for the photoshoot.” That offer came. And reality? We went to a train station for the photoshoot. Yeah, a super secret, Bond-movie-like spot, nobody really knows the place, right…? :DWell, the right wrap has not come yet, I guess.
Both of us, being real ˈmasters of the momentˈ and unplanned actions, we decided to take the photos one afternoon, just at the moment my mother was about to take of the train at the Svinov station. The unplanned action was supposed to happen during the ˈgolden hourˈand my mother was supposed to help us with the photoshoot. As you can imagine, a photoshoot with a toddler, moreover a wild toddler that discovered the magic of walking quite recently, is very adventurous. And it becomes even more adventurous when there is a huge fountain in the ground level, barely secured all around with tiny steel ropes, with many very interesting spouts. Combine it with the fact that the toddler you are supposed to take photos with is a nuclear powered torpedo. The main function of my mum was supposed to be keeping the toddler alive, if possible dry and at least relatively clean and meanwhile to prevent her from eating too many cigarette butts. To be honest, one cannot say that my mother was too excited to do such a job considering she waited for us at the train station for at least an hour before Linda had finished putting about a tonne of make-up on my face and before the right light came. The right light came at last and I began to tie the wrap. I told myself, I would not goof around with some crazy complicated carries and would tie something I was used to tie. OK, BWCC, my ˈpseudotibetianˈfinish, that should do. Linda looked at me strangely, mum looked at me strangely and said: “It looks like if I was trying to tie it myself for the first time.” Oh boy. I untied and re-tied the wrap and Linda cooled my enthusiasm down: “Do not try that hard, I will not take pictures of you from the front anyway.” The reason of all the Linda’s efforts of drawing a brand new face on me…? No idea! OK, let’s shoot already. “What about those shoes??” Linda looked at my Five Fingers with horror. Emilka began to free herself out of the carry, my mum was not trying to help us at all, reading a book. Linda ran back to the car where we forgot the pumps while Emilka was probably trying to kill herself by jumping out of the carry ˈbat styleˈ. I put on the 10cm high heels – after approximately two years of wearing flat shoes and several months of wearing barefoot shoes only. I was instantly dying of pain. Emilka was trying to toss the hat into the fountain and Linda seated me on a ˈstankˈdecorated with pigeon poop. While avoiding sitting on the poop, I sat only on one half of my butt and one of my legs started to tingle. “Do not move! Why are you moving all the time?!” I heard this like a thousand times. It was not me moving, it was the kid on my back, for god’s sake!!! The kid screamed, waved her arms and swayed from side to side in the carry, the carry itself looked like sh.t then, my mother was reading a book and Linda was trying to ˈcatch the lightˈ… 😀 “The T-shirt is POLKA-DOT?!” she asked right after we took the few first okayish photos. Oh yes, Emilka was wearing a polka-dot romper… I changed the carry to the front – Linda told me to prepare “a cool one”, something like Poppin’s, so I tied it and she said it looked weird. OK. Front wrap cross carry. Awkward. So what, I did not care, the kid was not cooperating, my mum was not cooperating, I sweated like a racing horse in that turtle neck and the hat, my trousers were falling down (“these are pregnancy trousers, but the colour is perfect and they are really slim, it will look good, the stretchy part will be hidden under the shirt and the baby”), the make-up slowly melted, my feet were not probably mine anymore… I put the heels down, walked across the whole train station barefoot (yuck) and the photoshoot continued. “Now look like you are going to catch a train!” “Do not look directly at me while walking!!” “I would never employ you as a model!” “Excuse me, where is the fifth platform here?” That was not Linda asking but a woman with Russian accent (there is no fifth platform at the Svinov station so it was quite difficult to explain its location to the Russian lady). Okay then, we were done, photos were taken, it took barely two hours (“That is an embarrassingly short time for a photoshoot!”), we were going home, finally.
Models’ life is hard.
If by any chance you still want to employ Linda as a photographer, go to http://www.marlin-photo.cz, OK? 😉