Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.
Man, talk about getting thrown into the deep end! I was in Australia about 6 months into my career. I started shooting, but I shot locally. Then, all of a sudden I got offered a trip. The photographer that was supposed to shoot a few stories in New Guinea backed out. Now, I think I know why he backed out. That place was crazy. I was in the highlands of New Guinea, a place where they really have only seen the modern day since 1940. I was introduced to modern day colonialism and racism. It was unreal. A place I never thought existed. And I was supposed to shoot a few fashion stories there. Now, I can’t get into what happened there because I made a promise to never tell what happened. But I can tell you I was hunted and the Australian SAS was brought in to protect my fashion team. Mind you, this was my first trip as a fashion photographer. So anyone who complained about catering after what I went through, I would just laugh.
Now, when I would travel, I would always take pictures, you know, like, what was going on. I would always shoot images like in a photo-journalistic style, I always had my camera with me. Now, in this trip to New Guinea I only shot one roll of film. The first image was when I first got off the plane and the last image was of a model shooting a 9mm pistol. The whole place kind of freaked me out. I just wanted to do the images and go home. I have lots of stories to tell about the trip, but the more I think about it, the more I don’t want to tell you the stories. It was crazy. I’m gonna actually cut it short for now. We’ll talk about something more cheerful next week.
Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice