Interviewing photographers, I was never really sure what we are supposed to find out from them, at least what we could not see on their typically luxurious websites. Of course, at the least, one should meet the person who will be hanging around your family and best friends for a few hours without your mediation. This person, unlike, say, the priest or the caterer, will be part of your wedding -- she will be a guest. In this regard, we were less thrilled with one pair whose lair, I mean, studio, featured a pool table for their "boudoir" pictures (briefly, nudes with awkward leg crossing poses). The unforunate pictures were also in evidence. This couple also insisted they would do whatever we wanted, which, as I said before, is not helpful. Another couple we met in their ultra-professional studio and we were professionally charmed. But they cost too much. Another guy, we met in a Starbucks in Bethesda, next to a long separated duo reconnecting furtively across bustling freeway of sexual tension and lattes, and a women in pastel sweats at a crackling laptop. Nice pictures, though.
We drove out to Linda Crayton's Great Falls rambler where we saw more of what is on the luxurious website. Albums sold for more than used Hondas, precious little books of perfect proofs, CDRoms, all that. She showed us her fabulous digital equipment, answering my boldly ignorant technical questions. I could have been looking at a nuclear bomb. We also saw the pictures of flowers in her powder room and the photo of her and her husband at a Moulin Rouge party in the hallway. This party reportedly may be associated with the birth of their first towheaded toddler. In her studio we noted interesting framed prints -- square, raw yet ethereal. These were taken with a Holga. The Holga is budget -- it has an actual socialist history -- and a plastic lens. Facility with this simple instrument showed curiosity, personal passion and possible virtuosity. I hope that rings true in the results.
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