After Cerali we drove along the coast and worked our way to Palamutbükü, a small sea side town on the Datca peninsula. Again we asked about a local assistant at the pension we stayed at and again the guy we asked, Fehmi was his name, volunteered to do the honors.
And just like the other two he worked out splendidly. He took us on some small roads up the hills of the peninsula and the first guy we saw was this nonagenarian sitting in a plastic chair in front of his house watching the (few) cars go by while his family worked in the front yard.
He was the oldest man we shot for the project. His eyes were very cloudy and he could barely see. Apart from that he was not able to sit on the Tenba case without a backrest and so we photographed him in his own plastic chair. We propped him up high enough so we didn’t see the backrest and stabilized the chair from behind with a Tenba case to make sure it wouldn’t tip over. He took all the proceedings in stride and kept himself busy by flirting with Susie. And you know he was good at that, just check out his dapper cap adornment.
Further up the road we set up shop near the tea house. The quality of light was very different from the first two shoots. The natural light in Anatolia and on the mountain top was clean and heavy, here near the coast it was lighter and had a translucent haziness. It’s not easy to describe but I think it can be seen in the photographs. Even though I don’t try to hide the fact that I’m using a good amount of strobe, I always try to adjust my light to the ambient and not go completely against the mood.
This next guy was a bit of a revelation. He was one of the people who really didn’t stand out to me at first glance. He wore a baseball cap and I nearly overlooked him, but once in front of the camera he just transformed and his portrait is one of my favorites from this series.
This gent below was probably the most difficult model of the trip, he was very impatient and not too pleased with the process but still agreed to have his picture taken, and I’m very happy he did. His haughty attitude and impeccable style wrestle with the sweat stained collar of his old shirt and create their own stories.
After that we packed up, backed up, drove to the coast, went for a swim and I had myself a wrap party.
Back in New York came the boring part: I turned the project into a Magcloud magazine (OK, that was still fun). But without the benefit of email (our models were seriously behind the bend on the technology curve) I had to print 11×14’s for everybody we photographed on the trip, then Susie and I spent hours deciphering cryptic handwriting to figure out everybody’s addresses (there is something to be said for clear and thorough record keeping), and then I mailed everybody a print and a magazine.