I was going through pictures I took in high school, when I still aspired to do high fashion photography portraits, and realized I never shared my first set. I’m not really sure what I said to my friends to convince them to model, or what this set was intended for. [I wasn't taking photography at the time.]
And I have more where that came from.
La Casa de Bernarda Alba is a Spanish play by Federico García Lorca. It was Lorca’s last work, which he subtitled a drama of women in the villages of Spain. The play centers on the events of an Andalusian house during a period of mourning, and takes place entirely within a house–Bernarda Alba’s. It is a story of many woman and men, whom do not enter the scene at all.
This is the final image set for a project I did for Spanish class.
La Casa de Bernarda Alba, aka Las Hijas or Daughter, and in certain instances: "Hangman".
In Bernarda’s house there lives her five daughters: Angustias, Magdelena, Martirio, Amelia, and Adela. The oldest was the daughter of her first husband and the remainder the children of her second, who has just died. In the aftermath of the funeral, Angustias is engaged to the most sought-after bachelor in town, Pepe el Romano. Naturally, being almost fifteen younger than Angustias, the man is simply after her money.
Theint as Amelia/Magdelena. Deanna as Martirio.
Ariel as Angustias, the eldest.
Vicky as Adela, the youngest.
The problem, of course, is that Adela and Martirio are also in love with Pepe. And Adela, being the youngest and prettiest, naturally catches the attention of the petty man. Poor Martirio, stuck in the middle, is forever ignored.
Sometimes it's a problem of envy.
But more often it's an issue of lust.
Sex, control, and suicide. Lies and misconceptions, rashness and jealousies. It’s tiring being a girl sometimes, isn’t it?
Noose, and the folly of the young. Would you rather die young and pretty? Or old and wise, but horribly aged and ugly?
The Wake. Though sometimes the picture on the right is known as Another Version of The Village.
Though Adela actually hangs herself, to some extent, it can be blamed on Martirio and Magdelena.
Green-Eyed Monsters.
But you know, I never did like Adela very much.
This project was conceived for a project for my Spanish Literature class. 6 years of learning the language – maybe I should move to Spain for a year just so I can properly speak it and gain some cultural insight. It seems all the literature is so realisticly depressing. To the point where you wonder, how real is such dramatic tragedy? Quite, probably, if we address the time period.
I ordered the hat especially for the shoot and never actually wore it; I should dig it out sometime.
This is old and a re-post from my old blog, but I like this series so much that I can’t help it. Thinking about it now, this is also my favorite set of photographs.
Anyway, these were taken for my 11th grade Multi-Genre Project. My person of choice was Amelia Earhart.
The sun came out just in time; it'd been raining only half an hour before.
The red thing in the back is actually a real engine, overgrown with vines.
I got Ariel to model for me, and I have to say she definitely has the Earhart vibe going; very unique thinking, that woman (Earhart, I mean) – though she wasn’t exactly a good flyer. Just a famous one.
Did you know Amelia Earhart had her own fashion line? It was designed for the “woman on the move.” Unfortunately, it was only in existence for less than a year, but nevertheless the lady had style, not limited to aviator’s cap, leather jacket, and boots.
Ameera pouting against a winter backdrop, probably freezing her butt off.
I’m taking Digital Photography 2 at school, which I will probably remember encompassing a Ouija board in the not-quite-converted dark room. Here’s the most other photographical evidence of the rest of the class.
Leah was my favorite model, though she too had hair-tie and bra-strap issues.
Unfortunately, Jen could not stop looking directly at the camera.
Varsha on the right.
As it was my first time using more than 2 models and shooting in a semi-studio setting, I didn’t know (or feel in-the-element enough) to check all the models before the shoot. So on top of trying to figure out school’s Canon Rebels on the go and having people everywhere, I had models with way too much clothes on. I would pay for that later with hours of editing out straps and ties and lighting issues and girls not properly positioned. And by straps I do not mean of the sexy-garter variety.
