Rose Elinor Dougall… what can I say? After familiarizing myself with the task, at her headlined gig at Clwb Ifor Bach, Cardiff. I understood that I was dealing with a lady that demanded attention, and a band that was not going to hide in the shadows of Miss Dougall. How did I descirbe her? Relished and immersed in what she was doing, in control with the most delightful of voice boxes! Her and the bands style was significant to the photoshoot the next day at the Ivy League studios.
The brief as always was to emphasize the rustic, secret garden environment! Nothing plastic and cheap that would blemish the shot and rubbish the consistent style of the bands and exclusivity that feature on the Ivy League Sessions music portal.
I’m not going to lie to you, I dabbled with props, not as successful as imagined, but still worth a dabble none the less! It broke the Ice, not that that was necessary – the band of what I saw the previous night, although radiated a presence of their on stage personalities in the garden, I had no reason to feel weary of inflated egos they were great people to talk to, engage with and even have a little giggle. It also helped that they were amazingly responsive to what I was asking them to do (though i didn’t ask for too much) the odd watering can here and a pile of leaves to stand upon!!
I really wanted to bring through a moody but innocent image – the lighting in Cardiff that lunchtime was a significant supporting hand. The sun directly above and the use of the tree that was always intended to be used, it was perfect for referencing the beauty of Rose in the shots. Collectively this created the most beautiful patterns upon the dark wall in the background. The image that featured on the Ivy League music blog is above. It captures a dark background and an attitude that the band possess, but most importantly allows the radiating beauty of Rose to produce the perfect image of innocence, if not ever so slightly tainted.
It was, a great however many minutes we were together, it wasn’t long, but it didn’t need to be, I knew the shot – it was instinctive!