Following my last cosplay shoot a couple of months back, both myself and the photographer had been keen to set up another visit… a desire only made greater as we discussed and cemented more ideas as to what another shoot might entail. Finally, after a hectic time, last week saw our schedules align and gave me a free day to pack a bag and hop on a train for another visit.
This time around, my journey was a little more relaxed… or at least it was until some delays raised my stress levels. Nonetheless, I was excited for the shoot, and was tingling with anticipation already by the time I stepped off the train and found my way out to spot the photographer already waiting for me in the station. Just as before, he was in his early 50s with grey, thinning hair and a slim build, wearing his age well, and certainly better than the ugly floral shirt he was wearing which ruined his otherwise dignified impression.