Watch me walk like a zombieSeptember 28, 2013
Not necessarily me though, but “Watch someone walk as a zombie” didn’t really cut it as a title.
Stockholm, the city of weird shit. I woke up today, feeling a bit dissappointed that I didn’t have any interesting stories to tell you people, nor did I have any last week. But when I loaded up facebook and randomly saw that somebody was rallying up people for a Zombie march through Södermalm, I became almost a bit thrilled. The event was taking place at one o’clock on the afternoon. Me, sleeping in on the weekends, woke up 12 o’clock, which meant I had one hour to get my shit together, and convincing Paulina that it’s a great idea.
She didn’t really like the idea of standing outside, in the cold (and possibly in the rain), to watch a lot of people playing to be the living dead. But she finally gave in and came with me.
The facebook event had over 1,200 people confirming that they were going to the event, but I was still wondering if anyone was actually going to go. But as we arrived to Medborgarplatsen, to my delight, there were quite a lot of zombies. Though truthfully, I think there were more photographers than zombies, which made it really hard to get any shots, and worse, I had decided to only bring my 30mm Sigma lens. In retrospect I think I would’ve gotten a lot better pictures with my Tamron 70-300mm. Most of the photographers on the scene were carrying tele-lenses.
Some of the costumes were really great, and you could see how much effort that they had put in to get the desired effect of actually being the undead.
Once the “parade” (or what ever one should call it) started to move, I felt a little better over my lens choice, and got a few pictures that I’m happy with.
If I had the balls (and experience) of my brother, I think I could have gotten some pretty awesome pictures if I had moved a bit more in to the crowd. But I guess that’s one of the usual rookie mistakes one does, not jumping into the scene, getting up close and personal with the subjects. This is something which separates the professionals from the amateurs, the will (and courage) to not only being a bystander but to take the room one needs to get the shots you want.