I’ve spent the past couple of evenings pratting around with my leftover images from Appleby Horse Fair, to see if I could pair them with some audio and video I gathered there as I practice exercise. It’s not happening because the audio’s so poor. How I wish I’d done my training with duckrabbit a month earlier than I did. Anyway, I certainly intend to return to the horse fair next June if I can, so will do a better job then.
Going back through my images – hundreds of them – reminded me of how fascinated I was with some of the traveller girls and their style. In my mind I couldn’t – and still can’t – help but juxtapose the images of the horses being washed and prepared for sale, and the girls who doll themselves up and flaunt what they have in the quest to find a husband.
It’s a certain kind of style, but I think the fact it was dull, rainy and at times quite cool, certainly made their skimpy outfits and bare, fake-tanned limbs stick out all the more for me.
If I return next year I will make it my mission to take more portraits of these young girls and their amazing attire, and hopefully turn it into a half-decent piece.