I've been working furiously on TruLu Couture stuff these days. I haven't just been sewing my little fingers down to the nubs (I do a lot of hand sewing of laces and whatnot), but I've been frantically searching for someone to photograph my goodies. Now, if I was still in Nashville, I'd be able to put out a request and easily find someone willing to work for what's called TFP (Time for Print). Basically, everyone involved in a shoot offers what they do for free/trade and people get to build their portfolios. It's a cool little bartering system, but it's tough to coordinate. Being new to Charlotte has left me without my network of photographer friends. I was guided towards a website used specifically for networking called Model Mayhem.
Um, yeah. That's what I'll call a quirky little website. I liken it to Match.com in some ways. First, it took FOREVER for them to "approve" me - like over a week. Then, I had to figure out all the lingo and abbreviations. It's like walking into the newly engaged world and trying to figure out what OOT, FMIL, FFIL and all that shit means (and by the way, there are still wedding acronyms I'm confused about). Then I was able to post a casting call to try to drum up my own photo shoot. I indicated in that casting call that I was a newbie and had no idea what I was doing. My excitement with the project was completely derailed by a fuck-wad. Yes, a fuck-wad. In my casting call, I offered print for ad space on this here blog. Now, I'm no SMP, but I do have traffic that's decent. It doesn't suck. What I do know is that because of this blog, more than one wedding was booked at my reception venue. I believe my photographer booked a bride because of my blog too. In my little world, that means something. People come to this blog because they see me linked on other blogs and I am VERY appreciative of that, probably more so than a lot of those linking blog-writers are aware of. So, back to the fuck-wad. The person was a photographer from Chicago who seemed pretty hoighty toighty. He sent me a nasty message saying that offering ad space on a low-traffic blog wasn't worth the effort, that my stuff was crap and that I really shouldn't bother. He also posted the same, with slightly less attitude, as a comment on my casting call page. This was the FIRST response I'd had on that casting call. Awesome, right? I was just beat down before I even had a chance to start! But I'll tell you what, I got pissed.
1. Hey jack-ass? You have NO IDEA what my traffic is so go suck it.
2. Hey jack-ass? You live in Chicago. I didn't request photographers from Chicago. I requested them from CHARLOTTE. Now I know the "Ch" at the beginning of the city name might be a bit confusing for a Neanderthal such as yourself, but please learn to read.
3. Hey jack-ass? My stuff does not suck and I have happy brides to prove it.
4. Hey jack-ass? Fuck off.
Basically, this guy was an on-line bully trying to prove something to somebody. I basically wrote him back and told him to go away and to take his negativity with him. He continued to berate me with the meanest emails until I learned how to block him. I am so curious as to why people do this sort of thing? What is the point of engaging in that kind of activity? I'm going to guess it's either a traumatic childhood or a small penis. Or both.
But now I was gun-shy. There were models and make-up artists and a few photographers who were engaging me with interest, but I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I was frustrated too. For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you might have seen the random tweets regarding Model Mayhem and my frustrations. Thanks to those who encouraged me to stick with it as I received an invitation from a local make-up artist to join a bridal shoot in Greensboro, NC! At this point, I would have glommed onto just about anyone who was willing to be nice to me. However, I seem to have hit the golden freakin' jackpot because it appears that I have stumbled upon some kick-ass artists. Check this out!
The make-up artist is Make-Up By b.b. Check out some of her AH-mazing work:
Photographer: Rusty McDonald
Photographer: Rusty McDonald
Photographer: Marie Killen
Photographer: Urban Decay/Chris Cooke
Like, I am DYING over these photos. Edgy and cool, but with the ability to make women look totally beautiful. I could not have hand-picked someone better. I am so excited to work with her!
And now check out the photographers. I'm a little confused as to the who/what of them. It appears that two photographers have joined forces but I'm not sure if that's professionally and personally, or just professionally. So many photographers are husband/wife teams, it's hard to tell. The pictures I'm showing here are not from their individual web sites, but from the on-line combined effort on Model Mayhem. Individually they are Marie Killen and Scott Russell, together they are Russell-Killen Photo. Check this shit out:
So can I go ahead and say it? Yes, I think I have to.
I am so nervous. I have so much to do. I totally shouldn't even be sitting her writing the bliggity blog. I need to be sewing! I want to offer an array of product in hopes that I can get as much photographed as possible. I have no idea what to expect, no idea what I can or can't request (if anything) or how to even walk into this scenario. What I do know is that I've got a platinum opportunity to have my stuff photographed and I hope the artists involved will forgive me my stupidity should I eff something up. Wish me luck because the photo shoot is tomorrow! And check out all these photographers and the make-up artist, their stuff is super-cool eye-candy.
ACK! I'm off to sew!