Random Faces, Kite Runner

    

  

In midst of our hunt, we encountered this gorgeous man, who put his pursuit to rip tourists off with these kites aside to pose to the camera. A part time model to Mehmet Turgut, he knew his business. 

Rebecca

Shoe Me Not

  

Shoe of the Day

It's Shoe Day. Istanbul Shoe Fair is the event I can devote most of my 24 hours to. I basically grew up running around shoes and still until this very day I can't get my mind around to the amount of shoes possible to gather in one place.My initial intention was to create a post on fairstyle, but turns out such style doesn't even exist. So at the end of the day, my dad was the one who got lucked out- I became his personal assisstant for the entire day- shame on the industry.

Crew

Right after the shoot... Exhausted but proud. Many thanks to our photographer Nedi Levi; our models Melike Manav, Deniz Bido and Silvya Benzeray and finally Mehmet Abi who was always there with his truck to support us.

The Shoot

Photos are taken by Nedi Levi.

The Morning

Photos are taken by Mine.

Saat sabah 6.30. Alarmın sesi kulaklarımızı deliyor. Hazırlanmak için sok dakikalarımız ve hala bize acınası gözlerle bakan işler var. Dışarıda yerler ıslak; takunyalar bu durumdan hiç hoşlanmayacak. 
Saat 10. Saç-makyaj derken altı kız bir arabada İtalyan Konsolosluğu'na... Daha kıyafetler giyilmemiş bile. Bir kamyonun arkasında o işi de hallediyoruz. Amatör çekimimiz sınırları zorlamaya devam ediyor.

It's 6:30. The alarm clock goes off in our ears like a screwdriver. It's our final minutes to prepare and there is still work sitting on the sofa, looking at us with pitiful eyes. The ground is wet outside; the clogs will not like this.
It's 10. 6 girls packed in a car off to the Italian Embassy. All materials which have not even been worn yet are stuffed in the remaining empty space of the vehicle . That business is to be handled in the back of a truck. Our amateur shoot continues to push our boundries. 

The Night Before

Saat sabaha karşı iki. Uzun,keyifli ve bir o kadar da katılmamızın imkansız olduğu bir doğum gününden Deveci'lere yeni adımımızı atmışız. Çek listemize panik dolu gözlerle bakıyoruz çünkü saat 8.30'da saç-makyaj için Ulus'ta Mine'lerde buluşmaya söz verilmiş. Şarabın keyifli tesiri yavaş yavaş hissedilmekte ama yatak bize biz yatağa bakarak iğne iplik elimizde iş başına... Deveci dikiş makinasının başına çökmüş son rötuşları atarken İçelliler sonunda tam bir hayalkırıklığına dönüşecek sarı şeritleri envai şekilde siyah şifonun üzerine yerleştirmeye çalışıyor. Belki birkaç saat, belki iş gören bir el daha bizi kurtarabilecekken 1 saat daha fazla uykuya hasret sabah oluyor. Gözlerimiz sonraki sekiz saat boyunca güneş gözlüklerimizi çıkarmamıza izin vermeyecek; belli.

It's two in the morning. After a cozy and equally badly timed birthday, arriving home to countless procastinated and finished tasks. Our weary eyes are fixed on the checklist. As predicted, wine has steadily started to take its toll on our functions. As of this point, time consumes our eye-hand coordination in fast forward. Deveci by the sewing machine putting the final dozen touches, İçelliler in the other corner of the room devouring on an already failed project. Dreaming of a couple more hours or an extra hand, up goes the sun. The mirror has no mercy, our eyes will not let go of sunglasses for the next eight hours. 

Process

Recess is over. Our apologies to have deprived you of a post for days we are embarrassed to count.
As it turned out, getting our amateur hands on this project required a whole lot of time and labor investment.

Sunday is the big day. Here's a sneak peak of what's to come.