2012-06-16

Aarhus, Denmark

So it’s 10:30pm, and still quite bright outside. I just closed the blackout blinds in the room I’m staying in and was about to crawl into bed and turn on a movie to fall asleep to. However, even though I’m tired, I don’t feel like sleeping–I blame the daylight outside.  It never really gets fully dark either. Even at the darkest point of the night, the sky is only a deep blue. Definitely not black.


We don’t currently have internet at the apartment I’m staying in. So I’ll just be writing this, and then posting it next time I have a chance. There’s internet at the office, but our computers are only arriving next week, and we’ve been too busy with a two-day model casting at work to have time for anything else.

So after 8 hours in a plane, a 3-hour layover in Dubai, another 7 hours in a plane, a 3-hour bus ride, a 1-hour ferry ride, followed by another bus ride, we arrived in Aarhus, Denmark a few evenings ago. We went straight to the office we’ll be working at for the next three months, where we waited to get taken to the places we’d be staying at for the rest of the summer.

We haven’t met the owner of the place where we’re staying, but I can tell by her apartment that she’s some sort of Super-Mom! All of her kids’ artwork-only-a-mother-could-love is framed and put up all over the walls, her cupboards are really well organized, the plants are all beautiful, and the living spaces reflect true Ikea-style Scandinavian fashion! I’m living with two other girls from the company: a French Canadian and a girl from South Africa. Neither of which are from the group of colleagues I’ve been living with over the past four months in the company’s house in Cape Town. Here in Aarhus, we’re staying in an apartment that belongs to a family that is spending the summer at their holiday home. That being said, we each have our own room. One girl is in the master room that has the sound system that we haven’t tried yet (don’t worry, I will). The other girl is in the little girl’s room, full of unicorns and stuffed animals and toys, and a little tea-party corner. I’m in the little boy’s room, with a bunk bed to myself (my suitcase gets its very own bed!).  It’s the smallest room, but I don’t mind actually. It suits me. There’s a great painting hanging on the wall, about 9 different cacti in pots all over the room, two taxidermied hawks above the wardrobe, fishing rods, a tackle box, a Barcelona soccer scarf hanging on the top part of the bunk bed, and a skinned fox hanging right next to that. It’s fluffy. Oh, and there’s also a lava lamp and a GIANT Buddha-board (I have a small one at home—you paint on it with water that then evaporates)! So I feel strangely at home in this little boy’s room.


(Images clockwise from top left: the view from my bedroom, some of the cacti in my room, the view from our living room, the Aarhus harbour)

Considering that every single other one of the other interns is sharing a room, we really lucked out. There are three other places that people are staying in, and all of them have to share rooms. We have the furthest walk to the office compared to the others (25 minutes), but I wouldn’t trade it! Besides, I sit in 45 minutes of traffic on the way to work in Cape Town, so a 25-minute walk feels like a bonus! We’re going to look into getting a hold of the city bikes tomorrow, which will shorten the time in half, I’m sure! The city bikes are the ones that you find at little stations all over the city, and when you put a coin into them, they unlock, and when you park it at any other station, it gives your coin back! It’s a 20 krone coin we have to use which is about 30 rand, or 4 dollars.

The first day at the office was tiring, but that may just be the 27 hours of travel hitting me from the day before. We spent the day rearranging the office and turning it into extended studio space for the casting that will be happening Friday and Saturday. Yuri’s expecting about 1000 people: kids, babies, families, teens, adults, seniors, etc. He said a lot of crazy people will show up, and a lot of beautiful people that you wonder where they’ve been hiding! We’ll be working 9-9 on those days: shooting, answering questions, directing people, helping with paperwork, etc. After the set-up today, we all sat downstairs and Yuri joined us in a welcome-beer from the beer-fridge that he keeps stocked and we’re allowed to have on Fridays.

*Warning: photo-nerdiness ahead*  The company just got two new cameras: the Nikon D800E and the Cannon 5D Mark III. I’m a little excited to try both of those because one of those will probably be my next camera when I buy one for myself. I love my D90, but it just doesn’t feel the same now when I look at the full resolution on the computer screen compared to the images from the cameras I’ve been using lately at work. I can actually see the difference in quality! *End photo-nerd commentary*

Everything here is bloody expensive. Bloody friggin’ expensive. Mince (ground beef) is almost twice the South African price, and eggs are about triple!  Fruit is definitely not as cheap as it is in SA. And all things yummy are also fairly pricey. A 2L of coke was 30 krone—that’s about 50 rand, or 7 dollars! Don’t even think about eating out, or buying McDonalds, or buying something from a corner store if you’re on a tight budget. Any kind of service is triple the price. Hooray for cheap labour in South Africa! If you want to serve yourself (aka: shop at a grocery store), then the prices are more reasonable, but still not by any means “cheap”. My experience in the grocery store was… slow. It took me a while for sure, trying to decipher words and find out what exactly I was buying. I actually managed to do a fairly good job, and I took an educated guess at some words that were later confirmed by Danes passing by. Skinke = ham. Kylling = chicken. Ost = cheese. I’d say I had about a 95% success rate, (because really, it’s nearly impossible to mess up “pasta”) but that missing 5% can be attributed to my mistake of buying buttermilk instead of normal milk. I am SO happy I smelled it before I put it into my coffee! The box said some Danish word and then “mælk” and it had the number 1,5%. I thought I was safe! Well… now I’ll just have to bake something!

The city is quite charming. The streets are insanely bike-friendly. Bicycle lanes in every road, and people—young and old, fit and not-so-fit—get around by riding bikes! There’s really nice architecture too, and some of the old cobblestone streets remain.

Anyway, it’s late and I’ve been writing for a while. It’s probably still light outside—thank goodness for those blackout curtains! G'Night!



2012-06-07

People Are Amazing

No one wants to look bad in any photo, let alone one that will be posted on a stock photography website, for the entire world wide web to see. It’s only natural to want to look your best in an image that freezes a moment in time. No one wants to look bad in a photo.  Ever.

That being said, I never cease to be amazed by what people are willing to do for me as a photographer. From models, to friends, to people I have never even met! It’s one thing to be a model, being paid to take directions from the photographer, and being instructed to look a way that is not necessarily their best in a photo. But it’s an entirely different thing when you ask your friends to pose for you in any way other than a natural stock-y smile!

One of my recent assignment briefs was to take photo-journalistic style images of crying people at a funeral. The brief dictated that I was to show everything from mild to total devastation.

After organizing to shoot at a cathedral one morning, I arranged to meet one of my really good friends and a few new friends I had only recently met.  I had explained to them the brief in an email, neglecting to mention the part about needing to show “total devastation”. I figured that would surely scare away anyone offering to help me out by modelling for me. I think I sugar-coated it by saying I would need to show “different levels of emotional strength and sadness”.  That sounds pretty good, right?

I’m still unsure of how exactly it happened, but these friends of mine, who I know to be upbeat people with amazing senses of humour, gave me everything I needed—from exactly mild to total devastation! By the end of the shoot, everyone was feeling completely emotionally drained. Acting devastated can actually make you feel devastated. (Side note: there must be some life lesson hidden in this: that if you’re ever feeling down and force yourself to act happy, you will actually truly feel happy!)

When I presented the photos in front of the office of around 60 people, there was dead silence.  It was a little nerve-wracking at the time, but I supposed that was the desired reaction: gut-wrenching photos that make you feel something: sadness, hurt, helplessness, and even hopefulness…

Part of the same brief was to photograph two people visiting a graveyard and laying flowers on the grave. I thought it would make for powerful images if I chose a mother and a daughter showing the storyline of visiting the grave of a husband/father.  However, having just moved to Cape Town, my circle of friends consists of colleagues and my ultimate frisbee teammates. You can imagine that I haven’t befriended many young children. But through the helpfulness of one of my teammates, I was put in contact with a beautiful mother and her gorgeous 4-year-old daughter who were willing to help me out with my assignment.

We sent emails back and forth, arranging times and locations and wardrobe.  The night before the shoot, I received an email saying that the young girl’s dad would be coming along to the shoot, because he wasn’t too keen on the idea of his little girl and her mom going to meet two complete strangers in a graveyard! I shared this story with the colleague who would be assisting me on the shoot, and we both just stopped and laughed at the realization that the situation hadn’t seemed strange until that moment! But of course! What sane parent would want to take their little girl to meet an unknown photographer and assistant in a graveyard?! It just reinforces my amazement at the kindness and trust of people, and at the fact that the helpfulness of word-of-mouth and being a friend-of-a-friend is often overlooked.

We ended up meeting in the graveyard, and despite the beautiful little girl being as stubborn as anything, when she did decide to turn on her charm, she really turned it on—don’t you think?


            Photos copyright Yuri Arcurs