ONE ROOM ONE NIGHT

My friend Guy Bérubé throws some interesting parties. I know this. That’s why I asked him
if I could set up a photo studio at one of his bashes.

I was given a room that measured 10 x 18 feet where I set up a seamless backdrop and a light.
Around about 9:00 p.m. folks started showing up. A line formed outside the studio/room and
over the next 4 hours I photographed 27 people/groups. That’s one “sitting” every 8 minutes.

It was easier than it sounds because the people wanting to be photographed were ready, willing
and able to act snappy, follow directions and make way for the next person/group in line. Plus,
the vibe was better than good and every thing and body seemed real fluid.

The next day I started rooting through the images. I did one edit (down to 20 photos) which will
be shown for one night only at Guy’s gallery: Gallery La Petite Mort (September 23rd, ’06, 7 to 10).
I didn’t want to publish those images here so decided to throw some out out takes onto tonyfoto/drool.
That’s one of the swell things about having a blog: it’s a place for rejects, Plan “B”, BIGFUN and research
and development.

After I put together the 10 images below I started to think of them not so much as out takes but, really,
just another bunch of shots from one room one night.

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I’VE NEVER LIKED ALCOHOL, I LIKE WORKAHOL

Last night Ben, my new assistant, mentioned in passing that I was a workaholic. I’ve never thought of
myself as one. I love naps and can be a total slug given half a chance. I walk Wilkie (my dog) through a field or
down by the river every single day. I watch TV and read 3 or 4 novels a month.

This Sunday morning though, as I write this at 7 o’clock, it may be difficult to deny.

My name is Tony Fouhse and I’m a workaholic.

Here’s my last week (and if you hate lists just know that I was very, very busy and skip to the next paragraph):

– 3 clients (2 editorial, 1 commercial)
– 6 days of shooting
– 12 locations
– Dressing sets 8 o’clock at night to be ready for 6 in the morning starts the next day
– Doing post production at 1 in the morning and 7 in the morning too
– 7 Models, 1 artist, an ethicist and 2 museums. 1 hotel and 2 restaurants. Shot them all.
– Other stuff

I was out shooting a personal project until 1:30 this morning. Now, as I mentioned, it’s early Sunday morning and
I’m sitting here writing this. I woke up because I really wanted to look at the shots I did last night and I finally (in
my sleep, I guess) got an idea for this week’s blog entry.

This is it.

I’ve never liked alchohol….it makes me feel wrong. I guess I like workahol. (And, if you ask me, taking pictures
is like a drug.)

Here are a few shots from last week.
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NOT SHOOTING and A (TRUE) STORY

When I started this blog I was craaaazy busy shooting for a living and living to shoot.
There was no shortage of fresh images and projects (commercial and personal) to draw from.
A big, hot creative period. These things happen. These things end.

I wondered what I’d post those weeks when nothing much seemed to be happening (except a
bunch of meetings, post production, writing quotes, invoicing, phone calls, not-real-interesting
shoots and way too many e-mails).

This is one of those weeks. I feel like I’m chained to my desk.

I figure that a certain vibe and approach will show itself as tonyfoto/drool progresses. I am a proponent of
process, after all. I believe that fluidity, reaction, instinct and will are the ingredients of that (process). So
I’m going try to keep it loose, react, trust my instincts and post a new entry every Tuesday morning and see
where that leads.

I’m a pretty impatient guy but I realise that this drool thing will unroll over weeks and months. I don’t need
to say it all right now, do I? If I did then you wouldn’t need to come back once a week. Would you?

I’ve got a whole bunch of shooting coming up next week. Let’s see if anything happens there that I can bring here.
You never know.

Too many words.

Here’s too many pictures. And a story that goes along with a couple of them:

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(TRUE) STORY:

We were having lunch in Rosedale, Mississippi (pop: 2,414). The Double L Soul Food Kitchen, a plywood shack on
Main Street. After lunch (which was excellent) I asked Lordish Lewis, the cook and owner, if I could take some shots
of her. She said: “Sure”. While I was shooting her an old fellow came up. Lordish introduced him as her dad.

Right after we were introduced he told me, as he straightened his back: “I’m 72 years old. I got 12 children. I been a man”.

I said to him: “Your wife must be quite a woman to bring all those kids into the world”.

He replied: “It took 4 wives”.

Afterwards Lordish told me she’s got brothers and sisters she’s never met.

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