Sasu Ripatti's complete "Dancefloor Classics" series. Music for
imaginary dancefloors, released on Ripatti's own label "Rajaton".
”Look up, into the light” she said, while the camera shutter clicked.
”Like this? Does it look holy?” His neck felt stiff. Her reply: ”Yes,
just like that. What do you mean holy? Like religious? ”No, more like
trying to look very far, somewhere beyond what we can see.” ”Okay, stand
still, I’m going to come close to you now. The light hits your face
great.” *click, click, click.
He noticed her fingernails. They were not polished. Natural. Even
somewhat rugged, as if something wore out the fingers slightly. What had
these hands held besides the camera? What made the edges of her
fingernails drift off?
He thought it’s weird to look straight into the camera. The photographer
had closed her left eye, the one not looking into the lens. Then it
opened, she looked up, perusing the surroundings, then she closed her
eye again, then looked up, closed, looking up, very quickly. It all
seemed very professional. Maybe she calculated the light, making sure
it’s close to perfect. ”What will these photos look like?” – the thought
popped into his head briefly. It was liberating to think it
wouldn’t matter.
”What’s that song playing?” he asked. ”Wait a sec, Ol’ Dirty Bastard?”
she replied. ”Oh yeah, right. But the sample?” ”Hey, could you look up
again, like that. No, lower.”
New directions: ”Look out from the window, turn left.” ”My left or
yours?” ”Yours, I always try to think from the direction of my model.”
How professional! This is a good shoot, so natural. Should I worry about
how the photos look like? No, I don’t want to. His thoughts bounced
around. What would the story be like? It’s a big newspaper, everyone
will read it. Maybe someone drinks coffee and eats a stroopwafel while
they do it. Will they place the waffle on top of the mug for a brief
while, so that it gets hot and the syrup melts a little? Then it feels
wet, and you can bend the cookie.
She broke his train of thought off midway through: ”Now turn right, but
look left, and slightly up, but don’t turn your face right.” ”Umm, like
this? Sounds like a set of pilates instructions.” [she laughed] ”You do
pilates?” ”Yeah, it’s hard sometimes. Have you tried?” ”No”, she said.
”I’m not good for sports that are done in groups.” ”Yeah, but in pilates
you can just be inside your mind, drowning in your private thoughts.”
”What are you thinking in pilates?” she asked, taking more photos.
”Well, mostly just which way is right. And which left.” *click, click
Tracklist:
1. Please Come Out (EP1)
2. Wicked (EP1)
3. Working With (EP1)
4. In My Head (EP1)
5. Got Your Money (EP2)
6. Didn’t You Know (EP2)
7. Two-Door (EP2)
8. Memory Lane (EP2)
9. Good Girls And Boys (EP3)
10. All I Want From You (EP3)
11. Don’t Sell Rock (EP3)
12. What Yours (EP3)
13. Tweets (EP4)
14. You Check (EP4)
15. Hero Forever (EP4)
16. Don’t Pick Up (EP4)
17. You Don’t Know Me Anymore (EP5)
18. Tenderly With You (EP5)
19. Now Let’s Wait (EP5)
