A Beautiful Flame
While I do adore fireplay, it doesn’t photograph well. For one thing, you actually need three people to capture fireplay on film; the person applying the flame, the flamee, and a third person, since you really can’t take pictures and set someone on fire. At least not safely.
Then there’s the fact that while I find flame to be one of the most beautiful things in the world – I used to stare into my grandparents’ fireplace for hours – it doesn’t photograph well, if you’re an amateur like me. Either you get this blob of blazing orange and no people, or a washed-out ghostly effect hovering above skin. But apparently, thanks to a better photographer than me (that’d be Miranda), it turns out the trick is to keep the shutter speed low.
So then, you wind up with stunning little pictures like this. My flame, not my tattoo. But pretty nonetheless. And an indication of why I do love to set women on fire; it’s adding beauty to beauty.