Never has an inanimate object frustrated me more. But I’m glad to say that in this battle between woman and glass, woman has won. What do I have against glass you say? Well let’s start with how reflective the substance is. Never has an object disliked light so much. Any light placed on it is immediately thrown, as if it’s not good enough to be in the glass’presence. It’s a very arrogant substance. It also likes to tell you you’re a bad photographer, because there’s always some kind of reflection of you or your camera or the studio on it. It’s always making you work for it. “No, I must be draped in black velvet darling, I will not stand to be placed upon anything else.” And to think that a tiny object needed so many sheets and reflectors and diffusers! “More, more!” it says. “Take,TAKE!”
But I’m being dramatic. Glass may be the biggest diva I ever have to photograph, but it is damn pretty. I suppose it’s justified in it’s incessant need for adjustment, because when it’s right, it is so right.
I had to use not one, not two, but three soft boxes (the maximum amount of light heads we have in the studio) to light this small glass. A massive one on each side and a smaller one above on a “boom”, which is a terrifying piece of machinery if I do say so myself. I put black velvet behind and under the object and kind of draped it to make it look a bit dramatic. I had white sheets hanging around practically the entire set up so that I wouldn’t get any stray reflections of me or the studio on the surface. I got to poke my camera through a slit in the sheet and I felt like I was a Peeping Tom, so that was fun. So yeah, all that work for a itty bitty glass object. It was neat though, experimenting with the set up and sitting in the dark waiting for the flash to go off and blind me. It’s cheesy, but I felt like a pro. Because pros take an hour to photograph one object right? Right.