I bet that many of you still remember the legendary submarine movie “Das Boot”, at least the ones who did see it. It is a classy movie that you cannot forget that easily, if you really watched it more than once, perhaps even in the recently restored BluRay version, you must have experienced the tight atmosphere such a tin can deep under the waters must impose on the hapless sailors. Did you then, even for a second, wish to truly experience the underwater madness for yourself, the weight of the deep, the constant fear, everything that a submarine actually is? I have to say here that I DID!
So when the opportunity knocked to do a shoot on a real submarine, a photo session in the Russian submarine 434, which is currently residing in Hamburg right next to the fish market and is being used as a museum, I immediately imagined my deep diving experience and lived through an imaginary World War II submarine deployment, fighting the enemy and evading torpedoes and underwater bombs. Ship ahoy, periscope up! Anyway, I figured I would need some special outfit for that opportunity and it just happened that I modeled for Latexlabels Latexa product shooting, for their catalogue, where I encountered just the right thing. It was a super-sexy uniform-like latex grenade of an outfit, something that immediately grabbed me and never let go, and I simply had to use it for a session of my own. See, normally I take half a ton of stuff to a shoot, wanting to be prepared for every eventuality, even the ones I was not able to think of in advance. Five dresses is the lowest number of outfits I take, backups and whatnot, single pieces, just in case, you never know what might happen, 99,9% of the time nothing does happen, but I know that Murphy never sleeps and the 0,1% will happen the day I take only one outfit to work, but I am drifting off. Anyway, I picked the one outfit and if something goes wrong, well, then no outfit at all will do – this or nothing. Yeah, I see you wish already something did happen, but no, wonders do happen, it all went well, better than well, actually! :smileythatlookssoamazedhischindropstwentystoriesdownwitheyesbulging:
Where was I before my possible nakedness made your thoughts drift away? Right, the submarine shoot! Well, when the day of the session came, I was up at five in the morning, gawking into the mirror and making myself look even prettier than usual, just so I can strut into the old Russian warship. Just on the side I was awarded with an incredible sunrise in Hamburg, warm Tea warming my hands and belly, done with my styling, knowledge of an incredible day that awaited me putting a smile on my face. It was not a bad morning, I say.
The Russian Bear Submarine was impressive and intimidating already from afar. The very friendly night watchman, I only wished he would have looked into my eyes at least once, but who can blame him with these two turrets I am carrying around, was a hoot and gave us a very informative and expedient tour through the ship’s innards. The impressions were like this: tight, exciting, tight, low ceiling, wonderful, tight, extreme, tight, how did these men survive weeks in this can, squeezed in like sardines, tight, fun, oh, my, GAWD! This was like Las Vegas, you have no idea if it is night or day, which hour it is, where you actually are, your life on the line every breath you take. Wherever you looked, there was some mechanical or electrical thing, levers, buttons, power lines, cables, chaos that someone tidied up into functionality.
The acoustic solutions within the submarine were incredible, in one room there was the engine making an incredible ruckus, mere three meters down, behind a heavy locked door, you could not hear absolutely anything of the mess, you could hear a pin drop – amazing. And then, there was the sonar. The sound of the sonar was the real kicker, it can immediately transport you into the mood, you feel the deep, you know you are under water, the cold hand is creeping up your spine…
The submarine fever did catch up with me, why not, the Russian sub was and still is completely functional in every way. The time down there flew by in a wink of an eye, gone before I could truly comprehend what was going on, but nevertheless, doing my thing and getting marvelous shots out of the backdrop straight out of Jules Verne’s “20 000 Leagues Under The Sea”. If Captain Nemo was there, I did not see him, but he did get a hell of a show. Absolutely FABULOUS!