Despite what you may think from reading this blog, my photographic life is not all glamour. For every brush with Pete Doherty (literally, he accidentally touched my leg during the shoot) there are plenty of boring press and advertising projects. However, I recently got a taste of real glamour, in the mucky magazine sense, at Glasgow Uni's Mr University competition. The event follows the traditional beauty pageant format of an Introduce Yourself round, in which you perform what can roughly be described as a "talent", a Swimsuit round, a Scavenger Hunt (which, tediously, involves finding a ladies bra), A Test (which, equally tediously involves undoing said bra from said lady very quickly) and then the scores are totted up and the winner gets some kind of low-rent prize. But of course, the real glory comes from winning the coveted title. This years field of five contestants featured a very drunk man, a large man in nipple tassles, a South African, a man from Fife with a very young face and a classic good-looking athletic type. He was very popular with the judging panel, two giggling girls who were there to promote Jaegermeister.
The sight of all those drunken students brought me right back to my Uni days in Aberdeen. They still drink a massive amount of crap booze, makers of slightly less crap booze still market at them mercilessly and the music is still terrible. Seriously, aren't the youth sick of listening to Jump Around? I remember when it first came out, in 19-dickety-2, and it was just noise then and it's just noise now, etc etc etc.
I managed to corrall the contestants after the Swimsuit round and grab a quick portrait of each. I used a macro ring flash which has a pleasing effect on the photos but can blind a subject due to it's awesome power.
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