While I wait... again

It’s hard to find exactly what interests me in the freight train when I photograph it. I’ve gone a couple of nights now to clear my head and hope to catch the train… I had no luck. While I’m waiting, I think of how I could connect it to my model photography. I’ve been in the studio for a while now, changing the scene of things and posing models instead of trains. I’m trying to find that link that makes my two favourite subjects come together like a fairy tale. I know it sounds ridiculous to try and associate the train to a man who’s love is a real live woman. I think it relates to my personal life… I’ve inspired myself from my own love life. I’m not sure why… but I do know that its good inspiration…
I’ve also inspired a little of Mapplethorpe’s nude photography, although I’m not into taking completely nude pictures yet. I find ponctum in them. The way the female bodies are positioned, the shadows that fall onto their bare skin… it’s quite intriguing… I might inspire from him when it comes to working more and more in the studio… I’m not sure why I’ve been cooped up inside that room for photographing, but I think it’s because I’m not very fond of the snow outside right now… winter engulfs my photographs in white. White is everywhere! … Trains, you’ll have to wait…

A new subject...

I’ve started taking an interest in photographing models lately. Ever since I’ve experienced heartbreak, I’ve come across so many ideas for new projects in photography. At first, it all came from an inspirational piece of music such as Coheed and Cambria’s Keeping the Blade, but then I started finding a whole other source of inspiration while actually photographing the models. I usually go with girls because I tend to relate more to them as subjects than men. I’m not exactly sure why that is, but I’m taking a guess that it has to do with the fact that I know a female body more than a male’s. I also seem to be more interested in the whole dressing up part. A woman tends to have a much more complex wardrobe, as we know it culturally. I just plain ole’ love to be able to control the way they look and move. It’s like reverting back to childhood and playing with dolls, like Barbies. I always took hours figuring out what those little plastic women would wear for my perfect love story. I usually took so much time, that after I finally found the perfect outfit I wouldn’t even play with it after. I would just set the doll down and admire it for a few minutes, then start all over again. I took great pleasure in doing this for hours on end sometimes.
As I grew older, I started taking an interest in dressing myself up, like any typical girl; I would sometimes take a long time figuring out what to wear during any normal day. I guess you could say it came from dressing up those dolls. But, I did have certain bodily issues and could never quite fit in all the pretty things I wanted to. I always wanted to dress up, make-up and feel very lady-like on some occasions but it never seemed to feel right. So I guess, that’s where I started enjoying photographing other girls in what I would fantasize wearing. I think that there’s a very strong element of seduction when it comes to posing women in certain clothing. Or maybe it’s the way they’re positioned, legs open, legs cross, mouth slightly open, chin up, whatever the pose, I think it’s a new line of interest for my photography that could lead to something very captivating…