This year’s winter in Boston has absolutely been brutal. The glass on my window has been fully frosted over, so that when I stare through it, I feel like I’m stuck in a snow globe and someone keeps shaking the damn thing. That is why it keeps snowing. That is why we keep slipping on invisible ice. All because we are secretly trapped in a gigantic snow globe. Cue apocalyptic screams.
In light of this situation, I must say, blizzards are the perfect scenario for impromptu photoshoots. I was pleasantly surprised (and a little terrified) when Arlo contacted me right after Juno (the snowstorm) happened, telling me to “be ready for knee-deep snow.”
I wasn’t mentally prepared, and even more hesitant when we snuck behind someone’s house. But eventually we dug our way in (meaning he shoveled a pathway) and he brought me to this breathtaking place down a slope where the entire garden-courtyard—draping foliage, disheveled leafless trees, thorn vines—was covered in a perfect thick coat of white snow.
Then I realized, I couldn’t feel my toes.
Our shoot was extremely time and temperature sensitive. The problem with impromptu trips into negative degree weather is that you ought to be well planned for any unforeseen obstacles. We obviously didn’t do that pre-production part very well and spent 40 minutes outside trying different things. My coat was coming on and off constantly, as we tried to capture the contrast between the nude hues of the background against the red clothes I was wearing. Neither of us checked how long we had been out there for, so when I felt the cold pain on my hands go numb, I called time. My advice for the daredevils (not that I am any of that sort) who do stupid, dangerous things for the sake of art: don’t spend forty minutes in the freezing cold. I had to be thawed like raw chicken.
death of color
photography by arlo perez
makeup and styling by cindy chen