What this is for.
The pictures are a minor part, they simply support the story. In fact, I don’t even want the pictures to tell the story - the truth is that I only show them to prove the story is real, that these events happened. No, not quite true. If that were the case, I wouldn’t edit, crop, adjust them, I’d just resize and post.
No, I do take some pride in the pictures. I want them to be compelling on their own. Not to outshine the written part, but if they stand on their own as ‘good’ to someone, then I can feel better about my near-absence of artistic merit. So this is where I’m going to put my little experiments - and they are little. I don’t even use photoshop, I simply adjust the colors a little in my image viewer. Crop, shrink, tweak, tag, post.
I like some flash photography, but not much. I like it when it’s done like a surprise in the dark - high contrast, harsh, revealing. I rarely pull that off with my crappy kodak. I take most pictures without a flash, and with the blur, the dark, the smudge, I get a feeling of the best parts of being a voyeur. I enjoy watching people fuck in low light, I like the hints in shadows, and the glimpse of the explicit. Also, I feel like the flash is intrusive when I am shooting a real scene, a real fuck.
The fuck comes first, the picture is second, but a close second.
