Mick was an hour late and I was nearing cardiac arrest at the anticipation of having the worlds greatest rock star enter my studio. I was sweating through my shirt and couldn’t seem to catch a deep breath. I set and reset the lights over and over again. I sampled every item on the catering table. When Mick finally arrived I was soaked, sick to my stomach from eating crudité and desperately in need of a nap.
The shoot was for publicity to promote his first solo album; She’s the Boss. The session was going to be simple: no props, no set, two shirts and a pair of those infamous skinny jeans. It was all about Mick.
We turned up the music and Mick immediately started posing. It was going great and I was feeling fantastic, which of course is when it all started to fall apart. I heard a crackle and then a loud pop behind me as I watched my main light explode. I panicked knowing how interruptions can change the flow of a shoot.
I explained to Mick that it would take a few minutes to replace the light and asked him to stay on set. As I directed my assistants behind me, I never once took my eyes off of him. And it was just out of the corner of my eye that I saw my shot.
MUSIC (Damiani Editore 2014) by Deborah Feingold is available in stores and at Amazon.com