London Fashion Week

London Fashion Week

Hey Guys, it's Ronnie! My head has just grown so big this week, I can't fit through the blooming door. Reason why? I've been to London Fashion Week. TA-DA! Hope you're all proud of me.

 I was blessed of being asked to photograph at London Fashion Week. As part of Canon's 'Shoot The Show'. It was a huge chance to shoot for two big professional catwalk fashion shows. I photographed for OUTNET- an online store, and also a London fashion designer, Amanda Wakely. The huge event was on at Somerset House. At the event their was small pop up stores, runway, food and other bloggers that were all here for the same purpose- FASHION!
I felt so posh, strutting my stuff around London. Shaking it on down, me and my little starbucks. Oh Yeah!

As always I have struggled with what to wear. I borrowed one of my girlfriend's dresses. She got it from missguided.co.uk. It was a gorgeous blue dress. It was brand new and she didn't even wear it yet. And so ladies, if you want to borrow your mates dress, just throw in some puppy dog eyes, and bring her a bottle of vino and she will stroke your back.  Here is a little picture of me with my weird outfit. I wore a pink biker jacket from Riverisland, That borrowed blue dress, black biker boots and the a black bag too (not photographed).

SELFIE SELFIE SELFIE
(Photographed at 4am)

While their we also had a talk by the infamous Tony Wellington, a Fashion Photographer. He gave us a small insight into his chaotic and demanding world of being a fashion photographer. He didn't tell us about techniques, compositions or style but he told us in depth the personal side of meeting clients needs, blagging most of his shoots and the idea of "Not being a nice photographer".I thought his presentation gave an insight into what university really doesn't teach you in the course. Its a matter of getting out their and developing yourself as a character and then as a photographer. 

When photographing the catwalks, I didn't realise how fast paced and short the shows were. I had to find a great spot- preferable the middle of the pit. I wanted my photographs to be how I saw in the magazines. I wanted the models gazes to be starring almost straight into the lens. However, their were so many other photographers pursuing the same vision as me. It was a small battle to get the right view, my lens on peoples shoulders, bumping heads and being too close to comfort with strangers,random men's crotches on my booty, I didn't know where to look or to stand! Fashion Photography isn't as glamorous as you would think. Other photographers were swearing at each other, and shoving, the odd girls making rude remarks- It's a tough world.
Couldn't believe how many bitches were their though. I was outstanded by the amount of testosterone from these women! 

Technical Side- I worked in manual setting. It took a lot of thought as to what sort of settings I would need. The lights were dim. The models walked fast, and I had a long 200mm lens. I worked with ISO 800 f/s 4.5 and a shutter speed of 1/500.

I didn't get the chance to edit my images. In the real world, photographers would have to upload and send their images in less than 30-40 mins straight after the shoot to editors, magazines etc. This was the fastest selection of images I have ever worked with.

A Big Thank you to Canon.
Models were absolutely stunning and a pleasure to photograph and the clothes have won me over!



I hope you've enjoyed them!
Thank you 

xxx

 

Greetings.

Hi guys!

It's been a while hey? So since I haven't posted in so so long I thought I'd give you all a quick catch up .

I finished my first year of uni at the end of May! So I moved back home, and to the comfort of my mum and dad's house, where my pots were cleaned, pants were washed and makeup wipes picked up off the floor (such a bad daughter) And I thought to myself, what do I do with my Summer?

I thought of the endless possibilities: shopping, luxury days out, cocktails day and night. And then I remembered, I just spent the last of my student loan putting a deposit down on my new house. I needed a job.

Turns out I got one within a week of moving back to the bright lights of Leicester! I landed myself a bar job at the swanky Terrace Champagne and Cocktail bar in the city centre, so that's all well and good...£6.34 an hour for 14 hours a week. I was rolling in it, except there was one problem...I worked unsocial hours every Friday and Saturday. So goodbye social life!

However, it wasn't all doom and gloom...I was still able to go out, listen to music and have a drink at 3am whilst being paid to do so! Not too shabby at all, but there was a downside; I cannot stand overly drunk people #barstaffproblems sob sob sob.

It was soon July and results day, and typically the university website crashed meaning it took hours for me to find out my results (it's 2014, sort out your technology world!) When I was finally able to log on, I admit I wasn't happy with my results...I received a 2:1 which is brilliant! But I failed an essential module which meant I couldn't progress on to the second year without retaking a passing. Anyone that knows me knows how much I struggle with exams and the pressure they create, meaning that I inevitably do badly in them (proven in both my GCSE's and A-Levels) I had some work to do.

Fortunately for me, the exam was open book and could be done in my own time. So it took a weeks worth of sitting down and cracking on with it to do the best I could possibly do on this exam...and it worked! I achieved over 70% in both parts of the retake meaning a 1st! the downside, retakes are capped at 40%...bugger.

BUT I got back into uni and here I am now...sitting in my new house listening to Sigma's new one, you know...the one that features Paloma Faith..whilst a guy paints our kitchen.

The house was a struggle too (nothing ever goes swimmingly does it?) Typical student landlords, poo brown walls and mould. Luckily, I know people in law and we successfully scared seven shades of shit out of the landlord, and now our place is heavenly....for a student let in the middle of Stoke-on-Trent anyway.

I'm going on....
Speak soon,
E x