
I got a lot of crap from my client yesterday, after our shoot.
(I honest-to-dog wrote this blog post just so I could use that line…because that’s how much of a total dork I am.) I’ll explain. When you’re a fashion photographer, I imagine the stars may align at some point where you walk away from a shoot wearing a pair of Jimmy Choos or carrying an awesome wallet or some other crazy sample that you photographed that day. I am not that fashion photographer. I am a dog photographer.
Hence, the five piles of poop I cradled in my arms on the way to the car yesterday after my shoot. And here’s the disturbing part. I was SO EXCITED! Before you start thinking I’ve lost it and have embarked on an inappropriate rant while opening the exit hatch and sliding away, I must emphasize that this post is (as you’ll see) like any other where I talk about how amazing my client is.
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of working with DOGIPOT for a commercial shoot of their products. I’m sure you’re familiar with DOGIPOT, whether you know it or not. (If you’re walking your dog and you need to um…trail behind them and collect souvenirs, you’ve probably dropped those trinkets in a receptacle that DOGIPOT makes, with a bag from the same great folks.)
I cannot say enough how wonderful it was to work with such an amazing, kind, organized, fun, relaxed-yet-professional group of people. I was floored. From the staff to the model to the dog (which was hired via an amazing response through the Photohound facebook page) it went PERFECT. And, thank you Mother Nature for the awesome weather and slight drop in humidity. I owe you.
Anyway, among the awesome swag and fun gifts I was provided after we wrapped (again, such nice people!) were five piles of fake dog poo which they humorously hand out at trade shows. So funny! And, disturbed little me, I was so darn excited about it. I showed them to everyone afterwards. I did. Because that’s just the kind of strange little person I am. (Strange enough to also photograph them, adding yet another outlet of toilet humor to the internet.) But, I have to say something here, in my defense. Here’s how it went.
ME: (holding a pile of poo) “I have a present for you”
ANYONE I DID THIS TO: “Eww. What is that?”
ME: (uncontrollably giggling, proving I clearly have the mental maturity of a 10 year old boy.) “Poop! I did a shoot for a doggie waste company today and blah, blah, blah. Isn’t that funny?”
ANYONE I DID THIS TO: “Gross. Well what’s it made out of, can you eat it?”
Really? Eat it? And I’m the joker who carries a piece of poop around in her purse, showing it to people. Why would you want to eat it, even if it was edible? Now, that’s gross. I never expected that would be the next question in people’s minds. That’s like that baby shower game where you melt a bunch of candy bars in a diaper and the other girls have to guess what candy bar it is by eating what’s in the diaper. I CANNOT PLAY THAT GAME because I simply can’t eat melted chocolate out of a diaper, it will make me sick. As far as social research goes, I found that response I encountered interesting and oddly, felt I should share. (Yeah, if you ever come back to my blog again, I’ll say in advance…thanks for hangin’ in there.)
So, I have all sorts of plans for my fake poo and I’m making lists of people whom I can’t wait to play practical jokes on. In the meantime, be a lovely and pick up your dog’s waste and drop it in a DOGIPOT receptacle, keeping our parks wonderful places to hang out. Thanks again DOGIPOT!!!!
Still Life With Poop