*ooof*: Armitage as a Sitter (Literally)

Sorry if you were hoping for an *ooof* of the shoot in New York on Friday. But no, I am not going to launch into that. It’s a candid, for starters and you know what I think of candids,  and also I am obstinately refusing to regurgitate re-blog that picture for the umpteenth time this week. Frankly, I would much rather see photographer Leslie Hassler’s pro pictures of that shoot, than an incidental documentary Instagram shot, RL or not.

Strong words from Guylty this time ’round. Let’s appease our eyes and minds then with a lovely portrait that was requested by regular reader Micra/Microlina, who, under duress, eventually broke down and suggested a beardy picture for me to *ooof*. Yes, I am not a member of the Armitage Army – Beard Faction. But ladies, do not worry, I will not shoot anyone down who professes to be an acolyte to the hirsute Raviation variation. A picture is a picture is a picture, and I have blogged on Capt. Haddock… ooops… bearded RA many different times before… Take that for pleasing my audience… So we return to Australia in spring (their autumn) 2013, and we get this little gem by Tracey Nearmy:

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Wide-eyed wonder Armitage
Shot by Tracey Nearmy, Sydney, 2013

This is an extremely rare occurrance of the smiling Armitage eyes. Yes, the extremely academic postcard test has revealed it – if you block out the lower half of Armitage’s face, you will notice that for once he is actually smiling with his eyes! And the eyes really are the main focus of this image. They open wider than usually it seems, and they make a nice focal point in this image. This is further emphasised by the composition of the image: Due to shooting at a low f-stop (= large aperture), the image has a shallow depth of field. All of Armitage’s face is in focus, while anything even on a plane only two centimeters behind the face has already fallen off. This includes his ears, but more importantly so the background. The imperfections and distractions of the background are thus obliterated, and the emphasis is even stronger on the focussed-on parts of the image.

This is further accentuated by the composition of the image. The diagonal lines in the background, created by the slats of the bench and the wall, work really well here, adding visual interest without taking too much attention. On the contrary, they feed attention back by guiding our gaze to Richard’s face as if that was needed, ph. Particularly the black line created by the ledge of the wall works that way.

In previous explorations of Nearmy’s shoot I had been looking at the lighting. Shooting outside, as I have droned on about before, usually is easiest, because no demanding flashes have to be set up. I had been wondering whether Nearmy has used a fill-flash or a reflector in this shoot. An indication is that there are neither unsightly shadows from where a flash would hit the face, nor is the hue of the image marred by cross-lighting, even if skin tone seems to be warmly enhanced here. However, there must be some light thrown onto the face from the front because we can see the characteristic angular shadow lines on Richard’s forehead. They could not be visible if the shot was only lit from above by the sun. A look at the hi-res image reveals that there is actually a trace of a reflection on Richard’s shiny leather jacket, on his front left. It even looks a bit golden, which leads me to guess that a golden reflector might have been used to throw the light back at Richard. That could also be responsible for the warm skin tone of his face. And it might also explain why Armitage’s eyes are wider open than in most of his shots – with the absence of a blinding flash, his eyes do not react and close? I stared deeply into Richard’s eyes to discern what is visible in the reflection there. Inconclusive (apart from the side effect of realising that Richard’s beard is a different colour than his hair… I always wanted to check that.)

This is, I conclude, a really well-executed outdoor portrait. Fabulous, actually. The lack of shadows says it all. And considering the space/location that Nearmy had to work with, she has done really, really well. I like the way she has anchored RA in the outdoor context, allowing the green hedge and the bench in the shots, and also the warm sunlight onto RA’s hair. Rather than concentrating only on his face, she uses the inanimate background to enhance the livelyness of the sitter. This, combined with the bright sparkle in his eyes, gives the impression of a man full of life, even though he is holding still for a photograph and is posing statically on a bench.

Which leads me to my lesson of the day. The issue of sitting or standing in a portrait shoot. Personally, in my own practice, I prefer my subjects to stand for me rather than sit. Anatomically, humans simply have a better posture when they stand than when they sit. They are naturally erect, and it is easier for them to pull their shoulders up and back. Now, RA is no slouch, and he is in fact a trained dancer, too, so his posture is very good at all times – I have never seen him stand crooked in photos. But not everyone is, and therefore standing up in a shoot usually works better with most people. It probably also helps with the subject’s confidence in the sense that they have no belly bulges to worry about when they are standing as opposed to sitting – not that RA has any… And it is easier to order them around – turn this way, turn that way, move back. An important consideration for a naturally bossy German ;-).

You can possibly also arrange a subject on a high bar stool, bum perched on the edge of the seet, their feet on the ground – that gives them a bit of relief while avoiding the slouchy sitting position that we often subconsciously slip into. That would also be easier for a photographer of small stature, i.e. yours truly (5’6”, or 1,70). If I need to get a shot in at head height of a say 6’3″ man, how would I do that, save balancing precariously on boxes? With the subject sat on a stool, I can shoot at head level. However, that means that I will be the one to slouch and crouch. If you move your attention back to the above image for a second, you will notice that Nearmy shot this image from just above Armitage’s eye-level. She was either using a tripod with her camera, or she was bending and crouching in front of him. Does that account for the twinkle in his eyes? While I am shooting, I am blissfully unaware of and distracted away from my own self, too engrossed in the mentally absorbing process of producing good images. But I have seen pictures of myself while shooting, and believe me, photographers’ gymnastics are not flattering. (You can see a little of that in the short video of Paula Parrish’s shoot for fault. Try to wrestle your eyes away from him and focus on the photographer. If you can.).

It is physically strenuous work for a photographer – bending forward to get the right angle and perspective, while holding and operating a heavy camera (approx. 1.5 kg). The hunched forward position, often with bent knees, takes its toll on the thighs, and I often have muscle aches in my thighs a day after a shoot. Unless I use a tripod. Which alleviates muscle strain, but renders the photographer much more immobile than a hand-held camera. (I should really get fitter, though…)

As for the ficlet – this is where my imagination took me this time. (Sorry, hope this is not too egocentric for you…)

It could have been a day like any other. I got up, got ready, and then I got a phone call. “Listen, honey, I have a favour to ask you!” My boss from the photo agency. His excruciatingly sweet tone didn’t bode well. “Yeah, Tony, what is it?” “I booked Larry to do a quick photo-call at half past 11, but he just called to say his gear was stolen under his arse on his way to the shoot. I need someone there NOW. You’re nearest, can you haul your obliging self over there pronto and take over?” That didn’t fit my plan at all. I had scheduled a long overdue post-production day today, and I hadn’t even changed out of my nightie yet. But he was the hand that feeds me, refusing a job meant giving someone else the opportunity to get in there. And I needed the money. I sighed. “Ok. Where? When?” “RTV studios. Half an hour ago.” “Fuck. Ok. Any info?” “Nothing big, hon, just some actor type, promo. Outdoors. Done in 10 minutes. Contact is Laura Walker.” “Already on my way.” I pulled on my dress and leggings from last night and grabbed my gear from behind the door while switching off my mobile and headed out the door.

I arrived out of breath. Damn, how I hated to be thrown into a job without preparation. I had no idea who I was shooting, what the location looked like, even what kind of photos were required. Plus, it had turned out to be a bright sunny day, and the quick cycle on my bike had left me sweaty and flushed. Laura Walker was already waiting for me by the door of the studios. “Guylty Pleasure? So glad you are finally here. He’s already waiting for you. He hasn’t got much time. You better get this done quick…”, she said curtly, chastising me for a mistake that wasn’t mine. Fuck, more pressure. I shot her a lethal glance, shouldered my bag and followed her.

She led me into a courtyard at the side of the studios. Obviously the place where the employees hung out for a sneaky fag. I took it in within a second: concrete slabs, a chest-high grey wall, some non-descript greenery. Bland City. This was getting worse by the minute, especially considering that the best looking side of the little courtyard was right in front of the sun. A pain to shoot. My subject was already there, sitting on the end of a lonely-looking bench, the bright sunlight behind him obscuring his face.

Ok, so quick quick quick because Mr Impatience needs to get away. I hurried towards the bench, fumbling with the clasps on my camera bag, pressing a cheerful “hellotheresorrytohavekeptyouwaitingIamreallysorryI’llbeasquickaspossiblejustonesecond” into Mr Impatience’s general direction. I busied myself with my gear, dumping the camera bag on the ground beside him, pulling out my 5d2. I could feel his eyes on me while I was rummaging in my bag. Shit. I had left my tripod at home. I would have to shoot hand-held. This was just not my day. Mr Impatience hadn’t moved an inch, probably icily surveying my desperate attempts at getting ready. Cool as a cucumber, Guylty!, I implored myself. I took the lens cap off, holding the camera to my eye, taking a couple of experimental shots of the hugely fascinating wall in front of me, to check if the metering was alright. With the camera still in front of my eyes, I turned to the left. My heart stopped when I stared right through the lens at the man who was anything but icily observing my struggles. My right index finger released the shutter in shock…

~ by Guylty on October 8, 2013.

79 Responses to “*ooof*: Armitage as a Sitter (Literally)”

  1. Ah, now, if only that could become a reality–Guylty Pleasure given the plum assignment to shoot THAT particular “actor guy.” 😀
    Not only can the photographer end up in some awkward positions, assistants trying to handle the reflectors on a gusty day can look pretty darned silly, too. Been there, done that . . . 😉 I really do like the lighting in that group of photos. Very well done, and another wonderful analysis.
    I think Richard looks like a thoroughly nice bloke (as well as a handsome one, of course) in this photo. Someone I’d love to sit down beside and have a chat with.

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    • Hehe, yes, assistants look pretty stupid at all times 😀 – have done it often enough… At least as the photographer you are allowed to handle the big camera 😉
      He looks really nice in this pic, doesn’t he? More like your old college friend rather than Mr I’ll-rip-your-pants-off-with-my-smoulder from the Bafta LA event… I’d say he’d be brilliant pub company (thanks for that term, obscura – so very fitting!).
      Oh, and yeah, that would be one plum assignment. Positively peachy. 🙂

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  2. Yay! I’m so glad you treated yourself to this little fantasy! The lesson was interesting as always. And the photo microlina chose still makes my head spin. It tells us everything, and exactly nothing. Thanks girls!

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    • Everything and nothing. So true, richardiana! Frustratingly so. But that keeps the mystery alive.

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      • Exactly! So true my girls… Everything and nothing. He seems accessible and distant at the same time, smiling and detached at the same time. Gioconda-Armitage indeed, as Guilty once pointed out. And yes, mystery add value to our man.
        And those yes… I once said to Guylty that I saw the universe in them. Never saw another pic of RA that makes me feel like this. He has fantastic eyes of course, always beautiful in any photograph, but they are special in this one. Thanks for all the information: as usual you made me notice things I haven’t before, like absence of shadows. The use of lights always fascinates me, because I really understand that a photographer “make” a pic, doesn’t take it. And for ficlet… I really wish it will happen someday! Never give up, luck can get you when you less expect it! 😉
        Thank you for *ooofing* this pic, Guylty. You are very kind and made little Micra very happy 😀

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        • I think it is the bright lightness of the eyes, and the catchlights in the middle of the pupil that makes the eyes look so bright and beautiful in this. Usually, I find dark eyes of desire particularly attractive, but I must say that the picture here very much appeals to me, too. Make you want to sit there on that bench, say nothing, and just look into the depths of the blue… “Shut up Richard, I am looking!”
          Thanks for your enthusiasm and your support Micra. I’m sorry my imagination took me on an egocentric path today, but one day I’ll write you into a ficlet, too!

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          • oh thanks! 😀 It was a very good occasion for your imagination and you wrote a very nice ficlet. I’m glad the pic inspired it to you. 😉
            Silence and blue eyes. Yes, I suppose I could lose myself in those eyes and never come back.

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        • /sobs into her coffee/

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  3. Hey, there is nothing wrong with being egocentric! I know what I am talking about!
    Have to run off in a few minutes (therefore can’t maunder on the topic as I’d like to right now) but will be back here later when having hit home and will have fed the cats.

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    • Hehe, egocentricity rules…
      Love the way you have thrown in the cats here *ggg*

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      • Ermm, subtle is my middle name. The divas had to cope without me for a few days as I was frolicking around Londons Westend for a long leisurely weekend and they have obviously missed me. Cats are soo cute! 🙂
        I love the Nearmy photos. I’m not in the beard appreciation department, but agree on him looking good sporting the well groomed hirsute look. From the very first day I saw them I got the impression there was something different compared to the last pictures that had appeared in the beginning of March. Maybe it’s because of the light, because of the loving eye of the photographer, because he just had the best time of his life, but then….
        It’s quite a coincidence that you came up with this special picture today as also this morning my tumblr dashboard was hit with a post showing crops of his eyes from various pictures – some of them a few years old. And suddenly it struck me. This summer I met a friend of mine I hadn’t seen in some time. And she looked really really good – not that I could have put my finger on what was different. Just a kind of younger (although that’s not exactly the right word), fresher, more relaxed. And a few weeks later I had to learn that she had some help from the cosmetically department. I am not talking fruit acids or botox here. It’s a miracle what a (well done) small surgical correction of the upper eye lid can do to the looks of one. He probably couldn’t pose for Chris Levine any longer without some camouflage make-up.

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        • Shock!!!!! What are you saying, i.f. – he’s had an eye-lid tuck??? Blasphemy!!! Our man doesn’t need cosmetic surgery!!! I am kidding of course. And hey, whatever rocks his boat. If he had some work done, so be it – sure, aren’t we the beneficiaries of his expense? I still put it down to the loving eye of the photographer, as you so aptly put it, managing to capture him *just* at the right moment.
          BTW, hope you had a good time in London. Ahh, brilliant place. I am always glad when I can leave after a few days, though. 😀
          Off now to have a look at that tumblr post. I do remember seeing it today, too. This has to be researched.

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          • Yeah – London was great, as always. See, I have to give the chap a realistic chance to bump into me. And this will surely not happen in my hometown. Theatreland is the place to be. It’s not my fault that the buddies from his management had decided to whisk him away over the big pond again this special weekend. A girl has to plan her time and I have no access to his schedule. Pity.
            Please investigate tumblr and let me know. It would explain him to be so absolute off the radar between March and May. I know a discreet place in the Swiss mountains where they are specialised in this kind of treatments and know how to deal with celebs.
            Don’t get me wrong – I do not complain. He lives in a world where looks are a hard currency and competition is high. And he doesn’t get younger. And when the result is so stunning one can only be happy (and drooling).

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            • Ok, I checked. But the jury is out on that. I can’t tell. I think he looks as young as ever (when it comes to the eyes…) Well, or congratulations to the surgeon…
              Does that place in the Alps also take poor photographers with weak chins? Might have to book myself in..

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              • Obviously this business also went through recession and came out with far cheaper prices as there were a few years ago. Surprisingly many of my colleagues had done the one or other thing to improve looks. Not that they are celebrities, but it seems to lift spirits. Seems to have become a standard procedure for the girl next door who happened to wake up on the wrong side of forty. And you are welcome to stay with me during your recovery to save a few bucks. *ggg

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            • I want to go to this place in the Swiss Alps! #justsaying

              Great ooof as usual, Guylty! Captain Haddock?!?!?!?! LOLOL!

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              • Why don’t we book in together, Abby? Maybe i.f. can get us a group discount if we get a few other Army members together?
                Yup, Capt. Haddock! At least in the shoot that I quoted in my link (see above). That would make me Bianca Castafiore then. (‘S about right, when it comes to my anatomical diimensions…)

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        • Great Ooof as usual Guylty. He certainly enjoyed his time in Sydney. I don’t think this photo or subsequent ones indicate an lid lift. In this picture and some later ones, you can see there is still a fold over the lid. Which is fine- we wouldn’t want to actually notice the improvement, more than ” a freshness.” And I doubt he would have done it when he still had pick-ups as Thorin. Still plenty of time for him, IMO.
          I hope the photog in the ficlet used enough sun screen on herself, ahem.

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          • Yes, he looked really happy and well in the Sydney junkets. The relaxed vibe of that country? The happy anticipation of the reunion with his friends and co-workers in NZ?
            After perusing those eye pics I have to say – no, I don’t think he tucked anything. Not that I care. I really don’t.
            As for the photographer – no, she became even more flushed and sweaty during the following shoot. And it wasn’t all because of the sun…

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            • Blimey, an eyelid tuck? Having truly, deeply scrutinised the pic (which of course made my own eyes bleed), I don’t think RA has been under the knife; his lids look normal for someone his age (and mine). He certainly looked much fresher on his Sydney trip than he had during the post-Hobbit media blitz but that was probably just because he’d had a really good rest after nearly two years of non-stop work. You should see my eyelids after 12 hours at my office desk. They’re hanging around my jowls.
              But I’ve realised why I find his eyes so strange in this pic; in the glare of the sun his pupils have contracted to cat-like slits. Inscrutable RA, elusive and feline. And he calls himself a dog person. Funny how almost all men do.

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              • Brilliant, Groovie! The eyes definitely have a feline look. It’s the reflection in them that make them look like slits. I notice that now. And yet he nonetheless looks open and friendly…

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  4. He is so beautiful, he makes the angels weep for joy just at the thought of him.

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  5. Why should he do new movies as long as we are satisfied with such a big variety of photos ;-)? There have been so many different shots and candids and he is able to present himself / to be presented in so completely different ways that I can hardly catch up with him/the photos ;-). At least I cannot definitely tell you which one is my favourite or not … Ooof 😉 So, guylty, thank you once more for taking a deeper look and inspiring me to follow you along with your nice little story.

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    • There’s a good point, Nell. Sometimes I think, because photography challenges our perception and our imagination, it is even more evocative than moving images that interpret (too much?) for us. But then again – he’s an actor, not a model. The stage is his place, not the studio.
      Glad you liked my little excursion into *my brain* as it could be if it happened to me.

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  6. I’ve been thinking… That photoshoot would result in perhaps the best photos we’ve seen so far. A labour of love. 😉

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    • Shot by a pro who truly knows and appreciates her subject.

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      • Yes. This photoshoot is indeed my fave one. No need to dress him up, no need of scenarios. Just him and his beautiful face/soul. A simple man, in a simple context and the result is almost divine. She caught the essence of him.

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        • The Nearmy shoot never stood out for me. As it came out during the whole RARA frenzy, I was probably blinded by the sleek and polished studio photography that had us busy for weeks. Plus, the fact that this was a photo-call, also had me prejudiced. The beard also (literally) obscured some of the goodness for me. Now that I have been forced to look closer, I have to say that I find the photos really good. Call it hindsight. And bask in the glory of having seen something that I did not…

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  7. I’m not a person who makes or takes pictures and so the discussion of light and where you see the reflections and how it’s used to soften or highlight and how you can tell if it’s natural or added…just mind blowing to me. I have to keep scrolling up and down to see what you’re telling me. I never noticed the sunlight in the hair, the reflection on the jacket the blurred background…I guess photography really works on me. I only notice what I’m supposed to. Good Girl Carly.
    Thanks for the awesome lesson, Guylty. Ficlet was perfection!

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    • Good girl, Carly, indeed 🙂 I just hope that I am not disenchanting anyone with my explanation of photography. It is magical, and a lot of it defies description or explanation. Some pictures speak to us, others don’t (an issue that I am going to address in a post, soon – it’s almost metaphysical), a lot is a matter of personal preference, but there are a number of things that are the hallmark of good photography. If anything, I hope my posts will make my readers appreciate the effort and the thought that goes into the making of good images.
      Glad you liked the ficlet… hm, it kind of is an open-ended story… the mind keeps wandering 😉

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      • I will enjoy such a post! It always intrigues me why I can appreciate a pic (or a painting, a sculpture) and dislike another. I really believe it’s magical in that is driven by our special cerebral connections we form during life (reading Musicophilia by Oliver Sacks was illuminating!) so it really IS personal, intimate and different for every single person.
        Your posts teach us to go beyond the mere I like it, I don’t like it. They can help to let us understand what we simply perceive without actually discern. Thank you again. 🙂

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      • No, not disenchanted, amazed at what I miss! I think I’d like a couple of extra lines on that ficlet….was this pic what you saw through your lens and if it was, did he wait patiently while you scrabbled around for the back up camera after dropping your favorite? Maybe grumpy Mr. A showed up and put you over his knee for making him wait and wait and being so clumsy then staring like the village idiot then *snap* no more Mr. good manners. I could see you driving him right to it!

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        • *ggg* there – your imagination is perfectly adequate at finding continuations to this story. But your first guess was right – the picture is what I saw through the lens when I turned around. I hadn’t expected him to look at me, never mind look at me openly and benignly. That’s why my heart stopped, and why I released the shutter in shock, dazzled by the man whom I had neither recognised nor interpreted correctly. Not icy, but warm.
          What happens next? Oh, Guylty regains her poker face (I am pretty good at keeping up a front; I think Hollywood definitely lost an actress in me :-D), and chatting amicably with her congenial subject, she finishes the shoot 30 minutes later. The subject is taken with her professionalism and friendly disposition. The photographer is enamoured with the down-to-earthiness of the sitter. They exchange e-mail addresses and become pen-pals forever. The End. 😀

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  8. Beautiful guylty, just beautiful. That ficlet left us hanging so delightfully too and wanting more. This also reminded me why Jed Brophy talks of the respect for Richard. You see the power in his eyes and in his body really, the reason men follow him. It is just “there” in his presence, that feeling that here is a man who has “it”. Yes, he can make money doing this sort of thing and this sort of modeling brings out the best not the stuff we see where the clothes are well whatever they throw on him. I do think he would get bored with that though I also remember that he has said he is vain so perhaps he rather enjoys the clothes even if we don’t always. Still good choice going with the beard and the photo taken in Oz. Great post.

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    • Hehe, this could become a serialised Guylty fic – whenever I don’t know what to write, I can write about myself. Oh, a never-ending story *muhahaha*. No, I’ll spare you that.
      One wonders, though, whether photographers are just as enchanted with him as journalists are. (Well, the *female* journalists, in any case…) I am sure he is all professional and charming, no matter what his job is, but I’d just love to know what he’s like when he has to do something he doesn’t quite believe in, or disapproves of. Such as – possibly? – fashion photography. Is there a grumpy RA in him? Does he let him out? Hehe, I’d love to provoke him into doing so.
      Vanity and clothes – do men enjoy dressing up? Do male actors enjoy dressing up when that is part and parcel of their job? I’d probably hate having to put on strange gear if that was what I was wearing in my day job all the time. In the words of Thoreau, “Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes” (Walden).

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  9. the ending of your ficlet made me chuckle ;).

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    • Intended, RAdiccted, intended. For once, I decided not to make *him* the butt of my joke, but myself. More or less a plea for forgiveness from him, metaphysically, representatively, for taking the mickey of him all the time in my ficlets.

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  10. Since my fantasies regarding RA do not require him to be saintly (quite the opposite, in fact) I surely hope his grumpy or less than charming side emerges when he is a bad mood. I too, would like to provoke him just to see what would happen. Might be fun to try to coax him out of his grumpy self. Maybe chocolate ice cream could be used creatively. Yum!

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    • LOL. Kathy, you deliciously dirty girl!!! 😀 I can feel ficlets writing themselves up in my brain right now…
      But yeah, I love playing the devil’s advocate. I am curious like that 😀 And I am told that making up is better than making out…

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  11. Oh yes, men do like dressing up or some do anyway. I’ve worked with one who was very particular with his clothes, french cuffs and so on down to the shoes. I work with some who could care less. The area where Richard was seen going to the gym last, Broadgate, is a fashion district or at least that is part of what it is. The magazine he just interviewed with in N.Y. is a big fashion mag, rather retro feminist I think. I think he likes clothes very much however, I think he loves dressing down when he isn’t “on” as well because these days he seems to be forever “on”. Is there a grumbly Richard out there? Sure but maybe mostly behind those apartment (flat) doors as he has said. Has some of that look in that fashion shoot doesn’t he guylty but then there you are ready to take those photos and then you look up and ….. and I’m saying “what!!” I want more story, more ficlet….! LOL

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    • No shortage of imagination where *that* ficlet came from, Peggy *ggg*.
      As for Armitage’s fashion fondness – no idea, really. Seriously, the more I see of him, the less I know. And maybe that is the way it should be.

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  12. Am I the only one in the blogosphere who has not seen this candid? Can someone help a girl out and provide a link? Much appreciated !!

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  13. I am more of a stubble girl here, but this picture on my computer today looks great. There are those wonderful blue eyes that just come alive. I also like your ficlet too. Once again I have been on the run and now it is bedtime. I will read the comments later.

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  14. Re ficlet: See, Guylty, didn’t I tell you you’d be brilliant as a stills photog on on the set of one of RA’s films or series! If this is your modus operandi when time is tight, you’d be ideal.
    You don’t have to answer this question, but … have you ever developed a crush on someone you’ve photographed, or have any of your subjects fallen for you and your attentive charm?

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    • Hehe, thanks, Groovie! Xx. I am a pretty quick shooter, and I work ok under pressure. It’s all about quick problem-solving. I’d be happy if I could deliver images of Nearmy’s standard under *any* circumstance.
      Re. your question – no, I never have fallen for one of my subjects’ charms. I am probably too busy for that, looking at the task in hand rather than give myself time to crush… As for the other way ’round – I doubt it. Although you do get quite close sometimes to your sitters, physically. Hehe, I crushed on someone once with whom I had been put in a photograph for demonstration purposes. I had to cuddle him from behind for a photo, putting my chin on his shoulder, and he smelled so good… A photographer friend. He later did a portrait session with me, and the pics he took of me, the way he interpreted me, visually, indicated he had felt something similar. Photography – dangerous…

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  15. So,I love your work Mrs Pleasure! Thank you 🙂
    Now it is time to jump into those hot springs ,again…and again. *sigh*

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  16. I demand a continuation of that ficlet! Let me know when you post it on DF! I’m sure Carly would love to read it too… 😉

    Thank you for commenting on his smiling eyes. It’s always my clue that he is opening up and giving us a little part of himself. Most of the time he is so maddeningly polite and patient….it sometimes makes me want to poke him until he roars! He is, after all, a lion.

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  17. I found this photo quite unsettling when it first appeared- too direct, too confronting. I do love the light here, though; I remember the weather was bright and sunny for Richard’s Sydney visit.
    Thanks for the great analysis as always, Guylty.

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    • Interesting – you found this unsettling, Katharine? The open eyes as the window to the soul, I guess. Yes, there is a hint of an appeal for trust and also a soupcon of vulnerability in this look. Quite different from the guarded smoulder that conceals all thought behind the eyes with the intensity of the stare…
      Thanks for commenting xx

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  18. Looking at this photo again makes me think of The Ghost and Mrs. Muir and how he would fit that perfectly with this look. Yes, he is a Leo which generally would mean that he is outgoing but he is born late in the month placing him a bit closer to Virgo as well. Don’t know if that has much effect. One does wonder about the temper. Looking back at those promo pix I just see how much he has changed really. Only one looked a bit uncomfortable standing to me but what a variety of clothing we have there esp. the one with Todd Snyder! The N.Y. Moves one demands comparison to early ones because he is so well groomed but those pants look rather uncomfortably tight. Okay he is still very sexy but still say lose the cuffs.

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  19. Speaking of the cuffed jeans issue again for the moment I found an article about them, in favor of them actually, and with photos. Actually worn in the right way they’re not that bad. Good photo of Ryan Reynolds with them but I think the problem with RA is simply wearing them in “dress” mode. None of these photos in the article put these jeans out there in a manner where you would be wearing them to formal events. Anyone interested article titled Thoughts on Men’s Fashions//cuffed jeans.

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  20. […] exactly the look I like to see on my sitters for a close-up. The eyes are not wide open (cf. Nearmy close-up) but both upper as well as lower lid have been closed a tiny bit. This makes him look younger, more […]

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