It’s been a while since I got on here and actually posted anything. It’s been a hectic few months full of trials and tribulations. Not long ago, my daughter had the opportunity to model for a Meg Bitton workshop. I was excited but scared at the same time. Mira has not had anyone, but me, take her photo. I was essentially throwing her into a situation where multiple people would be all up in her face snapping photos and giving her direction. Then again I thought to myself, this will be good. I was thinking for not only Mira but for Meg’s workshop attendees as well. Ok I’ll admit, I really wanted to see how Meg would handle Miss Mira if she had a meltdown!
Fact of the matter is this. Not all clients are going to be models. Mira, while she does model, has not been in a situation before where she had to sit and pose for an all day workshop. She is a regular kid with a regular mom. There are no competitions or cheer practices or soccer games for her to get the feeling of what it means to perform. I am not a PTA mom baking cookies in the kitchen every day and making muffins for the Church fundraisers. I am a busy working mother of three who also has the propensity to be very anti-large-group orientated.
I spent the majority of the workshop hiding in the back dying of camera envy. I was not there as a workshop attendee, it was not my place to be a part of it. On the other side of things….. I like to learn on my own. It’s a pig-headed trait of mine. I am an observer more than anything. So in this post are some behind the scenes shots of how I saw things at Meg Bitton’s workshop.
One of the first things I noticed was the focus of the group on what Meg was saying. Do I know what Meg was saying? Nope. I was completely awe-struck at the intensity of the focus in the group. That is not an easy task. Ask any teacher how many times he or she has had a group of students completely at ease, but also completely focused on what they were saying. It’s probably a pipe dream for most.
After all of the chit chat and such, it was time to get the models ready. Another beautiful young lady went before Mira, to my relief, so she could watch what was going on before it was her turn. Was this a strategy thought up by Meg? I have no idea, but it wouldn’t surprise me. Meg knows Mira is shy so I got the feeling much of what was going on was planned.
Meg went over all of the logistics of the shot and took photos demonstrating these in action to the group.
I asked Mira to watch the model so she would know what to expect and I watched the group to see how they were absorbing the information. Once again, intense focus. This I believe demonstrates Meg’s ability to command a room. There are no other words to describe it. It’s not a dominating factor, it’s a matter of knowing your shit and feeling confident enough in your abilities that you are able to share your knowledge with others. Nobody was diddling away on their cell phones or chatting in the corner.
Once it was Mira’s turn, I got very anxious but also very proud. I had no idea how Mira would take being put in front of a group of people or have someone else standing in front of her giving her commands.
Then, something happened that I was not expecting……..
Meg barely said anything to Mira. For the first part of her taking Mira’s photos, there were no words spoken. What does this mean? MEG GOT IT. She knew what was needed. Instead, she took the time to establish a connection. That is not something learned or taught, it’s something that comes from within. You gotta know when to shut the fuck up and just listen with your soul.
Each and every attendee got one on one time with Meg. Meg’s assistant was always there to help and I often saw her sitting down with one of the other photographers helping them better understand the functions of their camera. That is what I observed. Complete and total immersion. At a moment of doubt, Meg would ask the person… why? Why are you doubting yourself? Don’t do that.
When it was time to go outside, I was able to not only watch from afar, but to really watch how Meg utilized her surroundings to teach the group that you don’t need to go anywhere, but right outside your door.
I’m not here to kiss ass. I was not offered anything to write this or to take the photos. I WANTED to. Anyone who knows me knows I will not blow smoke up anyone’s ass for any reason what so ever. I can’t really say anything about what was taught or offer any insight about her editing because that was not my reason for being there.
I enjoyed watching (in a non-stalker kind of way). I am an observer by default. I don’t remember names until I get to know someone, but I remember your genuine smile, that back tattoo you were trying to hide, the way your hair curled on the ends of your enviable haircut, the uncomfortable stance of someone who I could tell had really pushed herself to be there, the look on your face when you were really inspired, the obvious hours spent in the gym perfecting your body while you were there to perfect your creativity and an uncertainty that slowly faded in each and every one of you as the day went on.