That’s a title with a double meaning, in case you were wondering: I went to a pro wrestling exhibition and took photographs with a portrait lens, and while I was there I wrestled epically with that lens. (No light. There is no light in that place. And I learned a lot about how not to handle its absence.) But the shoot was an awful lot of fun, mostly because the wrestlers and the fans are all such great subjects. This is Ox Baker Junior, who has clearly never met a camera he does not like. And the camera likes him right back. At least mine does. The first is a full frame, right out of the camera, the second is a crop from an exposure I liked better, with a composition I did not. This unique facial expression, I understand, is one that belonged to the original Ox Baker. More wrestling photos to come, including some action, but, like the carpenter’s hammer that makes everything look like a nail, a portrait lens makes a photographer see portraits everywhere. Even in ridiculously low light.
(This is probably going to be a very photographic week here on the blog, but how often do you get an auto show and a wrestling extravaganza in one weekend?)