Shooting Cast Headshots: A Tale of Tiny Thespians, Reluctant Flashguns, and Creative Survival
Over 600 images later, my flashguns were quite literally feeling the heat. When you demand that level of heavy workload from portable gear, mutiny is inevitable. Every so often, there would be a distinct misfire, or, more accurately, a flat out refusal by the equipment to continue working under such a tyrannical boss.
Now, a sensible person might have panicked. But if my time in photography has taught me anything, it's that you must never miss an opportunity to call a happy accident "creative genius."Over 600 images later, my flashguns were quite literally feeling the heat. When you demand that level of heavy workload from portable gear, mutiny is inevitable. Every so often, there would be a distinct misfire, or, more accurately, a flat out refusal by the equipment to continue working under such a tyrannical boss.
Now, a sensible person might have panicked. But if my time in photography has taught me anything, it's that you must never miss an opportunity to call a happy accident "creative genius."
I have been thoroughly, unapologetically spoiled of late. Thanks to my recent residency at Trident Studio in Plymouth, I have grown accustomed to an embarrassment of riches in the lighting department. There is enough high end equipment packed within those walls to give the Blackpool Illuminations a serious run for their money. It is a photographer's paradise.
So, when the wonderful Laura casually asked if I could step out of my illuminated sanctuary to shoot location headshots for the cast of her upcoming theatre productions, I should have known better.
The Art of the Creative Hustle (and Falling for It Every Time)
Laura possesses a spectacular, almost supernatural ability to describe what can only be called a whirlwind of tiny, energetic thespians as "a total breeze." She is, without question, a phenomenal acting coach. I know this because her performance works on me every single time.
Armed with nothing but my own modest personal flashguns, I arrived on set.
To achieve that crisp, pure white background beloved by casting directors, I had recently invested in the largest softbox humanly imaginable. Behind our pint sized performers, it looked magnificent. However, filling a structure the size of a minor planet with light meant my poor little strobes had to work harder than they ever had in their lives.
Professional Actor Headshot taken against a white background using Studio lighting.
When Gear Rebels: Finding Creativity in the Misfires
Over 600 images later, my flashguns were quite literally feeling the heat. When you demand that level of heavy workload from portable gear, mutiny is inevitable. Every so often, there would be a distinct misfire, or, more accurately, a flat out refusal by the equipment to continue working under such a tyrannical boss.
Now, a sensible person might have panicked. But if my time in photography has taught me anything, it's that you must never miss an opportunity to call a happy accident "creative genius."
Professional Actor Headshot taken against a black background using Studio lighting.
Using the unexpected drop in light, I leaned into the shadows to create a dramatic, artistic black and white headshot.
Over to You: High Key White or Classic Monochrome?
Monochrome isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, of course. It’s a bit old school, a bit moody, but against all odds, I rather liked the results.
What say you? Do you prefer the crisp, modern look of a classic theatre headshot, or does the accidental drama of the black and white version steal the show?
Are you looking for professional headshots in Plymouth or Devon? Whether you need corporate portraits or cast headshots for drama schools, let’s chat about how we can create something memorable (and hopefully keep my flashguns from melting).
The Art of the Pirouette (and Other Things I Don’t Understand)
The afternoon largely consisted of me issuing a series of painfully inept, wildly metaphorical instructions, which Lucy then had to translate into something graceful. She handled my bumbling directions with the kind of weary, noble tolerance usually reserved for a Spanish waiter trying to explain a menu to a British tourist who refuses to speak anything but very loud, slow English.
Yesterday, a rather peculiar thing happened in Plymouth: the sun came out. In this corner of the world, such a meteorological anomaly usually triggers a mass migration of the local populace toward the nearest beer garden, where they sit in a state of pink shouldered delirium, clutching pints of cider and wondering what that big yellow ball in the sky is.
I, however, had managed to convince the immensely patient Tania and her remarkably talented daughter, Lucy, to forego the siren call of a liquid lunch. Instead, we spent the afternoon tucked away in my studio, a place that remained stubbornly, almost heroically, immune to the outside warmth.
Now, Lucy is a regular star of the LS DRAMA Workshops and a veteran of the theatrical stage. I’ve had the pleasure of capturing her actor’s headshots before (which, I suspect, are currently making her Spotlight profile look far more professional than anything I ever did at that age). But this particular session was a different beast entirely: we were here to capture the fluid, gravity defying world of dance.
I should confess right now that this shoot was a triumph of collaboration, mostly because I am a man of a certain vintage in possession of two left feet and a complete lack of any rhythmic sensibility. My personal vocabulary of ballet is, to put it mildly, non-existent.
The afternoon largely consisted of me issuing a series of painfully inept, wildly metaphorical instructions, which Lucy then had to translate into something graceful. She handled my bumbling directions with the kind of weary, noble tolerance usually reserved for a Spanish waiter trying to explain a menu to a British tourist who refuses to speak anything but very loud, slow English.
Despite my linguistic failings, the results were, if I may say so, rather splendid. Through a combination of clever lighting, some frantic camera adjustments, and Lucy’s sheer athletic prowess, we managed to capture a gallery of images that I am immensely proud of. It turns out that when you pair a talented dancer with a photographer who is mostly just relieved no one tripped over a power cable, magic happens.
I’m already looking forward to the next time a group of talented performers graces my studio. Though, next time, I might try to learn what a plié is beforehand.
Ready to capture your own moment of grace (or just a really good headshot)?
Whether you’re a dancer, a budding thespian, or just someone who needs a photo that doesn't look like a CCTV still, I’d love to help. Head over to my Studio Portraits page to schedule your session, or drop me a line at mjcplymouth@gmail.com to chat about your next project!
Full-length studio shot of a female dancer balanced on one toe in a classic ballet pose. She is looking upward with arms outstretched, while her sheer maroon skirt billows dramatically around her. The lighting is bright and high-key, emphasizing the silhouette and the fluid motion of the fabric.
Capturing the Charm of Jude: A South West Family Portrait Session
Being the offspring of the South West’s most accomplished drama coach, I naturally assumed that photographing a baby as charismatic as Jude would be child’s play. I placed our pint-sized star beneath a softbox of such cavernous dimensions it could have doubled as an aircraft hangar and prepared for the magic.
As a professional portrait photographer, I’ve seen it all, but Jude dialled the cuteness up to a level that would have rendered a hardened Victorian schoolmaster misty-eyed. My shutter clicked, the flashes popped, and for a moment, I thought I had mastered the art of the infant portrait.
It is an established maxim of the human experience that one can have too much of a good thing. Quite who "they" are, that dour, faceless committee of fun deniers I cannot say. But I am reasonably certain they never had the pleasure of meeting young Jude during his recent baby photoshoot.
Jude is currently eight months into his earthly residency and possesses the sort of effortless, devastating charm that suggests he is destined to leave a trail of broken hearts from here to the Cotswolds. While we are on the subject of biological unfairness, we must discuss his hair. It is a mane of such implausible, swishing voluptuousness that I found myself gripped by a sudden envy; some fellows are simply dealt a better hand by the follicular gods.
Behind the Scenes at My South West Photography Studio
Being the offspring of the South West’s most accomplished drama coach, I naturally assumed that photographing a baby as charismatic as Jude would be child’s play. I placed our pint-sized star beneath a softbox of such cavernous dimensions it could have doubled as an aircraft hangar and prepared for the magic.
As a professional portrait photographer, I’ve seen it all, but Jude dialled the cuteness up to a level that would have rendered a hardened Victorian schoolmaster misty-eyed. My shutter clicked, the flashes popped, and for a moment, I thought I had mastered the art of the infant portrait.
The Challenge of Family Photography
However, pride goeth before a fall. Having secured a "bag" of winning solo shots, I decided to raise the stakes by introducing Mum into the frame. This, it turned out, was my Waterloo.
It appears that a happy, beaming eight month old is far more interested in the familiar, radiant face of his mother than in some sweating chap pointing a heavy glass and metal contraption at his nose. To capture that perfect mother and baby smile required a level of physical exertion I hadn't prepared for. I found myself scooting across the studio floor with the frantic grace of a startled crab, desperately seeking an angle to preserve these fleeting moments of domestic bliss.
If capturing such joy is indeed a "good thing," then I must respectfully disagree with the faceless overlords: I don’t think I could ever possibly have enough of it.
Ready to Capture Your Family’s Story?
Those "fleeting moments" pass by in the blink of an eye, especially those implausible hairstyles and gummy smiles. Whether you are looking for a relaxed baby photoshoot or a natural family portrait session in the South West, I would love to help you tell your story (even if it involves me scurrying across the floor like a crab to get the shot).
A curious toddler with blue eyes and blonde hair wears a white long sleeve shirt and a tan sherpa vest, posing on their stomach against a neutral studio background.