A few weeks ago I shot a wedding, and joked with my friend about how I default to photographing people’s feet when I feel awkward or between shots. Aesthetically, I’m confident it’s the shoes that draw me in, not the feet themselves. However, the positioning of the feet plays probably an equal role in why I find these pictures interesting.
I look back at these ShoeShots and think about that old body language trick that essentially claims a person’s foot positioning will reveal their desires. In a group, for example, the feet will point to the person they’re most interested in impressing or observing. In a less stimulating conversation, they may point to the nearest exit. Supposedly, your feet are the most likely to betray your subconscious, because they’re the furthest from your head (and carefully arranged face).
Occasionally, in social settings, I’ll look down at my feet and reshuffle them, caught off guard by the wild directions they’d twisted themselves into. And sometimes, I’ll survey a whole room of feet and pretend I’m Edward confessing his mind-reading abilities to Bella in the middle of La Bella Italia, over one plate of mushroom ravioli.
An unfortunate side effect of wrangling this collection is that I now have a folder on my desktop labeled “feet”, which feels a little perverted. Oh well. You guys get it.
Happy Saturday,
Jordan