When it was my turn I was handed the radio remote flash control. I attached it to my camera, introduced myself to Mindy the model, and snapped the shutter. Nothing happened. Luckily I had my camera set for a slow exposure and I got something which I touched up in Photoshop... mouse over or touch above.
Mindy, like Mandy, had a set of poses which she cycled for each photographer. Mindy and Mandy have very similar styles even though they are very different people. I expected as much. The photographers are even less creative grunting things like
indicating a direction with a dismissive wave of a hand and fore arm. The Mindy-Mandy- Model turns in that direction and continues to cycle her poses towards a flash unit or a studio light with about the same passion and connection as full frontal.
The only way to break the cycle was to talk to the model. I was planning to make Mindy angry telling her what a bad guy I was:
"I am that guy who slashes into your safety zone between you and the car ahead on the 401 in rush-hour and then slams on his breaks because the entire lane is going brake light red reflected on wet pavement.
Here I am.
Tell me what you feel.
Give me a piece of your mind!"
Sitting on a soft sofa with another photographer getting nervous as the remote passing came closer to me. I was thinking:
"No no no... the haute, hottie, haughty model glaring out at the nearly innocent magazine reader or internet cruiser like a beacon of feminism and female anger is... so cliche."
The Mindy had forgotten to breathe!
Mandy was easy. In that session it was known that my camera was incompatible and I could operate like a journalist including the pretty model with the often grotesque photographer in a German Expressionist pre-war scene. I made secret faces at Mandy and she responded by laughing, and making secret expressions and gestures back. Mandy was playing two roles, the primary as lighting director and only secondarily as a model. When she modeled it was in a modeling routine that caused me to sweat until I realized it was like a dance. She posed, I snapped; she posed, I snapped. It had a flashy rhythm.
The other photographers watched or chatted amongst themselves... that flocking of strange birds around a subject was atypical of my usual, isolated studio experience.
Having the smallest camera in two sessions was a little unnerving too.