Over the years Mr. Fly degraded from a successful cab driver to a poor lonely insect as he had 173 wives who cost him a fortune on make-up and clothing. Not to mention his 2184 kids, who all needed money for education and iPods.
On May 16 2007 I met Gerald Fly in my garden as I was shooting some cliché flowers. I had just bought my first cheap macro filters online and was excitingly giving them a try.
Gerald caught my attention as he was sitting on a flowerpot with nothing but a cardboard sign that said "Will work 4 food". Over the years he degraded from a successful cab driver to a poor lonely insect as he had 173 wives who cost him a fortune on make-up and clothing. Not to mention his 2184 kids, who all needed money for education and iPods.
So there he was, staring at me with his big mosaic eyes, begging me for help. Macro filters in hand I offered him a job as my new photography model.
That night we had a good drink and talked about potential photoshoots. Surprisingly he proved himself a lovely musician on both piano and guitar. And so he often played me some tunes on the window sill and dreamed about a glorious music career.
The days went by and everything went great. We really had a good time together. Until after a dangerous freefall dandelion shoot, when Gerald and I had a big fight over the conditions he had to work in. The impact of the arguments got even worse as he discovered I had secretly done some photoshoots with a ladybug called Linda.
He furiously buzzed away to the streets outside. There he maintained to hitchhike for 29 hours non-stop to Poopville, the promised land for flies, without success. But the guilt inside me was becoming too much so I begged him to come back and promised to give him a little holiday.
A few weeks later, and after some heavy bicycle training, his old belly is back and today he is once again at my side for more adventurous photoshoots!
Nicholas portofolio on Flickr.