Someone wrote in asking if I was going to cover this one, and I’m surprised I didn’t think of it sooner, given a former flatmate was a fashion photographer! And what an eye opening experience that was, but I digress…

Well the job description sounds uber cool doesn’t it? Let’s see, take photos of actors, models, celebrities, TV, Radio, and media personalities, not to mention all the fabulous, glamourous “beautiful people” who make the A-List.

You go to all the openings, debuts, launches, lunches, and after parties in town, and what is it you have to do? Take photos! Huh, how hard can that be? Furthermore your work is published in the top fashion magazines, and your photography is the talk of the town.

And then as my former flatmate discovered, there are a whole bunch of extra “perks”. Like the “friendships” with the aforementioned fabulous, glamourous beautiful people, and the over eager wannabe models and B-Listers trying to “get noticed”.

The list goes on, oh, and who else is able to boast about being invited to Nicole Kidman’s house for dinner?

I have a camera, I could have a crack at this. Ok, it’s a very small digital camera, but it has a resolution of 3.2 Megapixels, and it does take photos, what more do you ask?

Well actually just a little more than that…

Like some actual talent and ability for taking photos. And a little charisma so you can “work it baby, work it.” A decent portfolio that will catch the eye of someone like Miranda Priestly is a must. And while we are talking about Miranda Priestly some of her attitude would also go a long to bringing your ambitions to fruition.

And you know about attitude don’t you? Either you have, or you don’t. Looks like my digital cam isn’t going to cut it for me after all. And by the way, yes, size matters in this industry babee.

But then there’s also long hours, countless re-shots, the fabulous, glamourous beautiful people, and other A-Listers who “forget” show up for the shot, or who are three hours “fashionably” late, dah-ling. There are late nights in the dark room, and the countless rejections from Miranda Priestly and her ilk.

So is it really for you?

My old flatmate is a food photographer now. He says food doesn’t talk back, turn up late, nor call at 3 o’clock in the morning to talk incessantly about domestic problems, or final demands from the tax office.

Good food speaks for itself he says, and doesn’t have bad hair days, nor blood shot eyes.

But the best part is he can be tempted by good food without getting into the least bit of trouble with his wife!