I photographed a model yesterday, she was excitedly describing a big shoot she was setting up for this weekend. Four photographers, nine models, four make-up artists, she's bought a bunch of outfits (to be returned after the shoot), she'd even rented a studio downtown for a full day.
That's the part that got me.
I've begun to relax around Covid. Ate indoors for the first time since November 2021, just this week. I let people into the house without a mask. But the idea of being indoors with a bunch of people, taking pictures, presumably with no masks...not quite ready for that, yet.
I told her I shoot exclusively outside right now. It's more dynamic, it has more surprises. Hell, while we were talking, clouds passed right in front of the sun, changing the light, a big old diffuser in the sky.
But three years inside a pandemic also has me admittedly skittish about being indoors without a mask, I'm now hyper-aware of airflow and other people and the way we used to live, getting sick without giving any thought as to what was actually happening.
Up in the hills with Jada on the day this picture was taken, people were walking in front of us, around us, behind us. I notice I'm more sensitive to that now, too. Proximity to others.
I'm left wondering how long I'll feel the effects of the last few years, if it's the kind of thing that'll ever go away.
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