On the left, the lovely Helene Atsuko - real name Brian Nugent - shot with the infrared-converted Canon 10D that appears in this earlier post. On the right, Helen shot with visible light, a few second later. I haven't really tried shooting infrared with studio lights, because I was worried that studio strobes wouldn't put out enough infrared light, but they do, and so I did. As you can see, latex doesn't reflect infrared at all, whereas the material of Helene's corset fluoresces. And so, presumably, an infrared-sensitive visible light camera - such as the Leica M8, or the early Kodak DCSes - would have trouble rendering it properly.
Helene quite cleverly has a burglar-proof latex catsuit:
And with that sentence I become the first person on the internet, perhaps the first person ever, to write the words "burglar-proof latex catsuit" (in that order).
Off to Liverpool, from whence one half of my family came, or at least paused in their journey long enough to have children. A journey that apparently encompassed the Carribean, although really we call came from Africa; and before then were no doubt a virus floating through space. Were we one virus particle, or millions? Did we split up, or were we always apart?
But anyway, I took along a bunch of cameras, including a 590nm-converted Canon 10D. This isn't the same 10D that pops up in Infrared X, although it's essentially identical; that one was converted for 720nm. A 590nm filter lets in a lot more colour, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because the skies and trees etc are especially vivid, but a curse because if you don't like orange skies and blue plants (or vice-versa) you're going to have to get jiggy with the colour balance. Which I did.
Unfortunately it was overcast, which isn't ideal for infrared - the colours really come alive when the sun shines on them. But it's Liverpool in November, what did I expect? Criticising Liverpool in November for being overcast is a bit like criticising sharks for munching on people; it's in their nature.
"It is your character
Deep in your nature Take one example Sample and hold Romance and replace The lack in yourself It is your nature" PiL: The Suit
The Mersey there, where the beat came from, and beyond it the Wirral, which taunts the people of Liverpool just as the moon taunted the ape-men in 2001. One day the people of Liverpool will build machines that can cross the water. But until then they fight for the Gods they made.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you replace the word "love" in a pop song with the word "lunch", the world becomes a funnier place. It's less well-known that if you replace the word "baby" with "Hitler", the world becomes even funnier. As I shall now demonstrate, for the first time on the internet, right here and now:
Ten Songs with Baby replaced by Hitler 1. Hitler, Can I Hold You Tonight? 2. Hitler Did a Bad, Bad Thing 3. Be My Hitler 4. Hitler's Got Back 5. Hitler Love 6. Hitler Hitler 7. Hitler Come Back 8. Hitler, I Don't Care 9. Hitler, I Love Your Way 10. I Love to Love (but Hitler just Wants to Dance)
Bonus: 11. Where Are you Hitler?
At this point I'm probably going to be banned in Germany. But I don't get any hits from Germany, so I don't care. Besides, the essence of humour is subversion, the more violent the funnier. And there are few more violent things than pop culture.
EDIT: But does it work the other way around? Let's see...
1. Baby Has Only Got One Ball 2. Springtime for Baby 3. Baby was a Vegetarian 4. Who do you Think you are Kidding, Mr Baby? 5. ...
I seem to have run out of songs with Hitler in them. Der Baby's Face?Baby with your Rhythm Stick? Overall the results aren't as funny. The Hitler-Baby rotation is a one-way mirror.
I've always wanted to write The Hitler-Baby rotation is a one-way mirror, but I've never had the chance. Until now.
Whilst filming bits of Britain's Nuclear Challenge - everybody has to start somewhere - I stumbled on these people falling from the sky, and filmed them. With a Canon 5D MkII, using a Tamron 28-75mm f/2.8. Music performed with Andrew Michael's lovely Pulsate, which fits the scene.