July , 1998

 

I'll never forget the first time I used strobes; not small, on camera strobes, but lights with modelling lamps and generators that allowed me to shoot a studio portrait at f16, indoors with diffused lighting, using ISO 25 Panatomic X black and white film, or other similar slow films.

Someone in my advanced black and white printing class had given a demonstration of studio lighting with the school's Speedotron 1200 watt second Blackline strobes and an umbrella back in 1988. I knew right away I had to have them.

Immediately and irreversibly enchanted, I went down to Ken Hansen on Broadway and 20th street, and thus entered a world where pros were buying and renting lighting equipment for their high fashion gigs. Lighting guru Oleh Sharynevych, then in charge of their lighting department, took time out from the hustle and bustle of the store and helped me make my selection. He tried to gently persuade me as to the benefits of Dynalites because of their light weight and portability; but I would not be converted. I bought an 11 pound Speedotron Brownline 600 Watt second generator, one head, a lightstand, umbrella ,Sekonic light meter and a carrying case and was out the door, for about $600.

 

Girl with Mask" (c) Susan B. Markisz

The key to this photo was to maintain detail in the black velvet dress, while keeping the dress black and the background white. (I suspect this doesn't quite come through at 72 dpi). The background was lit with 2 lights and the subject was lit with one, in a large umbrella, off to the left of the camera. This photograph does not reflect my niece's exuberant personality as many of the others in the take did, but I like the body language in the photo. (c) Susan B. Markisz

I'm not fond of reading instruction manuals, so I managed to arc over the generator several times before I realized it could be dangerous to my health and that of my power pack.

I didn't know about "dumping," that is, discharging the generator each time you reduce power, and as a result, I ended up with some fairly dense exposures.

Didn't know about all those little black lines on the light meter, measuring the light in tenths of a stop, resulting in more over and underexposures than I care to mention.

(c) 1996 Susan B. Markisz The photographer is just too funny. A few months after my mom died, my dad asked me to take some family portraits, on Thanksgiving no less. Now, he probably wouldn't have cared if I used a point and shoot, or a polaroid, but I figured, how often do I have a chance to do this? Well, imagine the chaos...8 grandchildren, ranging in age from 8 months to 15 years, assorted spouses and a dog running around, and they ALL wanted to be in the room with me...and my strobes. (not to be photographed, mind you, simply to be AROUND me, the charming person that I was...). Auntie Sue, what's this? Is it going to rain soon? Auntie Sue, can I press the green button? Aunt Sue, I won't get electrocuted if I touch this, right? Aunt Sue, I'm TIRED of having my picture taken... I confess, the family portraits weren't all I'd hoped for, but I got some nice moments, all in all, including, this, my favorite picture from the day.

By trial and error, and not a little stupidity, I eventually learned how to finesse that one light, learned how to use reflectors, and even my small strobe on a slave, when I needed more than a foamcore reflector. When I saw that Oleh was giving a lighting course at the International Center of Photography in 1990, I took his class, the best course in lighting I've ever taken.

I have a large living room. In one area, I set up a small studio. My living room has an abundance of daylight from dawn to dusk; although my apartment faces southwest, with sunrise to the east, the light reflects off the river to the west and bounces into my living room; I have nice early morning light; in the afternoon, it is more direct and by late afternoon, the light is simply sublime. But I wanted none of that.

My models were my kids. I'd leave the strobes set up, sometimes for weeks at a time and when the mood would strike, I'd turn on the lights and as my kids would pass by, I'd press them into service. Mostly they obliged.

Gradually, as my client base expanded from family members to paying clients, I bought two more lights, a snoot, flags, a boom and a couple of softboxes. I became adept at setting up a key light, a fill and a hairlight and became enamored of "softlight." I even designed and made a folding foamcore strip softbox for a softer hairlight than the snoot provided; I quickly learned that design was not my forte; although my little creation worked, in spite of too many folds, and ample amounts of velcro to hold it together, it didn't have longevity and I got frustrated by it's unwieldy design.

Any parent would love this picture. Cute kid, impish grin, etc. But any photographer worth his/her salt would know that I blew the lighting. I lit the background with 2 lights to make the seamless look white, but I didn't flag the lights. So what looks like a hairlight or rim light is really lots of FLARE, from the light bouncing off the background and going straight into my lens. She was lit with one light in an umbrella. She's my kid and I love the picture, but this would not do for corporate work.

Some of my portraits were overlit; most parents understandably wanted their kids to be cute and smiling and I was able to accomodate them by giving them a wide variety of pictures from which to choose. But I became bored with the lack of challenge of this type of photography, if not with myself for not seeing things in a different way.

This situation proved to be advantageous in the long run; I gradually reversed direction and began using fewer lights, or used them sparingly. I also began to see existing light in a new way. Eventually I invested in some Dynalites and although I don't use them a whole lot, except for corporate and PR jobs, I always carry in the car at least 2 strobes and a hotlight, just in case.

In 1994 I was asked to make some formal portraits of some of the residents of a local nursing home. Caroline Brand was celebrating her 104th birthday and she'd had her hair done, and looked quite elegant for her party. She loved hot dogs and was being taken on an excursion to Nathan's as part of her birthday celebration. Unfortunately, there was little interaction between her and...me, for instance. She basically didn't make much eye contact....until her aide came up and whispered in her ear, reminding her that they were going to Nathan's for hot dogs. Caroline immediately looked up at me and said "TWO hot dogs!!" (c) 1994 Susan B. Markisz

With the advent of faster color print films and the tools of color correction in Photoshop, it would seem one needn't worry about color balance, or the difference between hot lights and strobes, but it would be imprudent of any photographer not to learn basic studio lighting.

There is nothing like available light, but if you get a call from a client one day (which I did recently), specifying a 2 light, 2 softbox or umbrella setup on 100 ASA transparency film, you'd better not try and barl them with Fuji 800.

This portrait was made with one light in a large reflector. The lighting is soft and directional. Although there are specular highlights in his eyes and there is no shadow detail, in relation to the subject, the light source is large, and therefore soft, not as soft, as say lit with a softbox or umbrella but softer than light from a small strobe would provide.

Susan B. Markisz

July 1998

 

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Contributing Photographer
The Riverdale Press, NY
Freelance for the New York Times
Other journals by Susan Markisz
334 November 10, 1999 I have a New Boss
328 Is Photojournalism Dead? Susan Markisz I am not a photojournalist here (at the U.N.)
322 September 20, 1999 The heavy artillery has arrived
321 September 21, 1999

My adrenaline was already running high when I was given today's schedule.

 

318 September 14, 1999 7:45 AM: I note as I arrive at St. Bartholomew's Church on East 51st Street for the Interfaith Prayer Service
317 September 13, 1999 Milton hands me two Nikon F4's and an assortment of lenses and assigns staff photographer Evan Schneider to accompany me on my first assignment in the GA
314 September 10,1999 Milton Grant, Chief of the Photo Unit, welcomes me to the department and takes me on an informal tour of the UN.
312 August 31, 1999 The Boy Who Fooled New York.
311 August 20, 1999 I Went Scuba Diving
310 August 16, 1999 The Junkie Priest
306 July 21, 1999 The relentless quest for (Kennedy) imagery
296 July 7, 1999 Hot Hot Hot
294 July 3, 1999 The Sleepovers
288 May 31, 1999 Bad Judgment / Good Judgment: The Picture That Never Was
285 May 27, 1999 Shut Out
281 May 17, 1999

I received a letter recently that reminded me that I'd been taking some things for granted lately.

278 May 7, 1999 A Mass for Littleton
250 March 15, 1999

It's been three months and I've finally developed the rest of my film.

245 March 11, 1999 The picture-taking took less than 10 minutes.
242 March 3, 1999 I don't want to get in a mudslinging contest about the future of photojournalism
235 February 24, 1999 Lately, I seem to be the queen of features and the environmental portrait.
219 February 9, 1999 Does Color Matter?
208 January 29, 1999 Let Me Take This Call
194 December 28, 1998 Last July on this website I wrote about an assignment I had had, to photograph a mother and her young son, both of whom were battling leukemia
193 December 27, 1998 Girls, curls and slipjigs
188 December 19, 1998 Around this time last year I wrote that one of my goals was to find out how photography fits into my life.
172 November 4, 1998 We've all had to do our share of one computer genius/computer programmer/computer innovator/computer geek photograph after another... and it begs the question: How many ways can you shoot a computer without taking out a double barreled shotgun?
165 October 28, 1998 Baseball legends
162 October 26, 1998 "Keep following the story, sounds like fun!"
149 September 17, 1998 Something about Harry
144 September 6, 1998 Photography enabled me to bring my own vision and interpretation to the canvas, at first fairly effortlessly, at least compared to what it had been like trying to eek out an image from a glob of burnt sienna to replicate a paper bag still-life.
136 August 21, 1998 A Day in the Life
134 August 17, 1998 What was startling was that one of the kids who used to play there not so long ago, now a young mother herself, was there with her 3 year old.
117 July 18, 1998 This story is not about a war on another continent. It's about a silent one being fought here...and in just about every corner of the world
113 July 15, 1998 I don't do wars...
112 July, 1998 Lighting 101
107 July 5, 1998 Hundreds of people would gather and watch as unscripted---and illegal---eye candy unfolded.
104 June 25, 1998 How many ways can you spell G-R-A-D-U-A-T-I-0-N ?
102 June 24, 1998 Simple Pleasures
99 June 22, 1998 Life Begins at 40
95 June 15, 1998 "I am woman, hear me roar..." ...Ok, so it's only a muffled "Yesssss!!!"
93 June 13, 1998 Pomp and Circumstance
88 June 9, 1998 Anything Goes...
86 June 3, 1998 Shooting for Stock
85 June 1, 1998 Baby, think it over...
79 May, 1998 Art.Rage.Us -- An Essay
64 April 19, 1998 Thursday I took the day off ... well, sort of.
60 April 14, 1998 Bernard L. Stein, Co-publisher of The Riverdale Press, wins Pulitzer prize.
57 April 10. 1998 A Homecoming of sorts
56 April 6, 1998 "I am not Julia Child"
54 April 5, 1998 The Photojournalism Roller coaster: Of Extremes and Insecurities
49 March 30, 1998 The dark side of humanity reared its head in one of our communities over the weekend.
48 March 29, 1998 A mitzvah is a good deed...
46 March 29, 1998 Today, it was over 80 degrees
45 March 28, 1998 "the (not really) begging phone call."
41 March 22, 1998 In Search of Art
36 March 12, 1998 And today's assignment is to photograph...real estate brokers.
26 February 23, 1998 I always breathe a sigh of relief when I edit my negatives after a basketball game.
19 February 18, 1998 Newsroom Decisions, Dilemmas and Cut Lines
15 February 10, 1998 These are the things about journalism that are truly joyful
4 January 23, 1998 One of the last photographs I took in 1997 was of firefighter John Usai. . .
2 January 14, 1998 My hope for 1998 is an ability to come to terms with what role photography plays in my life.
 
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