[Picture this: Single digit celsius temperatures and deceivingly gentle winds that pierce into my already cold soul. My intermittent doses of sleep do not suffice or warrant the urban wanderings post-shoot for Subtype — more to come on that topic. But for now, focus on my fragile physical and emotional wellbeing.]
While I belong to the social minority in terms of enjoying the cold and being partial to the oh so cozy feeling of shaping the perfect blanket burrito on a cold winter evening, I am by no means immune to the feeling of my nose falling off in the aftermath of my vivid battle with a gust of violent wind shielded by nothing but my (socially thick) skin. And so imagine my daunting experience of pacing around in the CBD on this fine, gloomy day with a 5-minute session of pure embarrassment as I shivered (and I mean visibly shook) on the train platform. Burrito what? Winter-loving who? All the regrets associated with underdressing were had and all the painfully shivering winds were very much felt. Of all times, my layering game was weak on this occasion. I’m attributing my indifference in the wee hours of that morning to my lack of sleep and fear of some form of impending anxiety breakdown at a shoot for Subtype.
Having always been the timid creator behind the camera (or in front of it, as long as you give me a tripod) the prospect of losing a partial amount of creative control over the finality of the images, and my overall awkwardness in social settings, perpetuated that unease in the build up to the shoot. Granted, this was my first time being shot by somebody else aside from family portrait sessions with an overly enthusiastic photographer cracking jokes to make the family force a self-conscious laugh. But, of course, very different from this, the Subtype shoot went so well all thanks to how kind the team were. Also, that interior, though.
Photography by my friend Rizell and yours truly