“Do you want me to put eyelashes on or just use mascara?” Clarice, the make-up artist, pauses. I’m in another dimension – Trevan Wong’s photography studio on East Hastings Street in Vancouver.
An easy going guy, casually dressed, Trevan’s second-story studio in an old building is unassuming. Evidence of his multi-talents however, are everywhere. Pictures of his clients – famous performing artists and Princess Dianna – line the walls, along with his original art that’s been displayed at the Vancouver Art Gallery. Music that he’s written plays on the sound system.
When Clarice finishes my make-up, Trevan shows me a before and after sample of his photography. By the time I’m facing his camera, I’m no longer anxious. With thirty years of taking photographs, some of those years in Los Angeles, he leads and I follow effortlessly – repeating phrases, moving slightly, smiling, as he clicks away.
Seventy-five clicks later, I have a DVD of each click in my hand, with a picture of a glamorous me on the label alongside In Polygamy’s Shadow. Aside from choosing which of his photos I want to include in my book, my only dilemma is how I’m going to remove the eyelashes when I get home.