Standing outside a famous beach club in Magaluf. The bouncer didn’t let me in, presumably because I was sweating and holding a camera. “Reservations only” he said, as another group walked in.
On the seafront promenade in Magaluf. “Take a photo, take a photo!” they shout, although I’m already photographing them. They suggested something about taking a photo of a dick. I brushed it off and they walked away midway through the shot.
In a shopping centre. The daughter says she wants to get back into TV modelling. The mother doesn’t say much.
I made her crawl along the floor, following the camera.
I was eyeing her up since the early evening outside a bar on the strip. A few hours later I buy a round of overpriced shots in injection syringes from her. She wouldn’t give me a discount because she said it was her first night working at the bar, but then agreed to be photographed. As I started to take photos she gave a sales pitch to a group of boys nearby.
He was a teacher of Esoteric Arts and used dance as a way of healing people. He talked about how it was most effective to use imaginary exercise equipment rather than buying weights or a gym membership, so you don’t set anything up or make an effort to get there.
I had a conversation with a boy at the same event. He claimed that I was lying about my credentials as a photographer. He said “You can’t be a real photographer if you’re HERE.” Another asked if it was true that I was the girl taking pictures for free.
They arrived at my parents house on a Sunday afternoon. I told them to dress for a night out. It was 32 degrees outside and they sat in the living room while we set up some lights. I asked them to make up a dance routine to perform on camera. They came back with the best routine I’ve seen and were perfectly out of sync. Later on they told me they agreed to come because it was the “Summer of Yes.”