Taking a deep breath, I reflect on the last few days wrapping up the shoot. We’re all very happy with the results and are ready for the next project.
Our team consisted of ‘the usual’ and two models that Gareth from the W athletic agency in London arranged for us (an absolute joy to work with I must add).
In the green sweater we have Marcin, behind the iWork case is Luc and next to him Mr Bikkembergs.
Joining our crew, grooming the men, is Alex Valverde on the right. A fine addition to our team, and a splendid make up artist.
The model in the picture above is Daniel. Whoever thought modeling was a walk in the park, try standing in fake rain for an entire day wearing heavy coats and boots. Our bathroom was filled with dripping garments, we went through almost all of our towels and poor Daniel spent the day completely soaked. But naturally he handled it like a man and the result was stunning.
We don’t have a rain-installation in the studio but as mentioned in a previous post, Marcin simply built us one using an ordinary garden hose, bent in a way so it won’t spray our seiling and an industrial vacuum cleaner to get rid of excess water :
The second model was James. James is quite new to the modeling world, in a ‘previous life’ he joined the military and devoted himself to fighting pirates on sea. A very nobel thing to do but also a plus in providing us with tremendously interesting stories during lunch. We were all ears. Say Hi James:
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Last but not least: the pearl of this photo session: The gorgeous cineli bicycle, custom-made for us by the fixerati guys. They’re awesome. I’ve never seen so much bike-passion before. They worked incredibly fast and even delivered this beauty personally at our doorstep. Completely in white (even the chain), we chose to remove the back break for a sleeker look. A sneek peek:
And to finnish what I started:
I don’t think Starbucks has the best coffee in the world (and anyone who ever tasted a fresh espresso under the Italian sun will agree with me), but I still discovered a small craving when I went to pick up a model from Germany for at the Central station of Antwerp and had some time to spare. Chances are I’ve been polluted by subliminal marketing and watched one too many tv shows where it seems as if it’s impossible to walk through Manhattan without a starbucks glued to your hand, however the craving existed so I obeyed. I ordered my coffee when the guy behind the counter asked my name. I thought it was a joke, answered anyway and payed for my Caramel Macchiato. While waiting for the coffee to be ready I realized that I had seen pictures of the model but he had no clue what I looked like, he only knew my name. I imagined awkward moments where I’d address the wrong guy. Then Starbucks solved my problem by interrupting my daydreaming and yelling “CARAMEL MACCHIATO FOR HANNAH” throughout the entire bar. That’s when the model tapped me on the shoulder and shook my hand.
I don’t really know what to think about the new personal approach starbucks is trying, probably designed to make you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but hey, they spelled my name correctly, that’s something that hardly ever happens.
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