This is my second obituary blog: and in all ways is far sadder. The subject is one of my favourite models, who died less than two weeks after we did a remote shoot. Stephanie Dubois was full of life and hope, and was enjoying her new house in Cyprus: during our last shoot she described both the things she had done since moving in, and her further plans over the next few months.
People have many misconceptions about models, and Stephanie confounded more of them than most. She was never in any way a victim of the male gaze, and was bracingly intellectual in her approach to work that many see as not requiring much thought. Every model has a life away from the camera, but I think that few have as broad a range of interests.
I suspect that she would be distressed at the way that social media have allowed comments to focus more on the fact that she had received her first vaccination against Covid a couple of weeks before her death, rather than the tragedy for her parents and brother. The same Stephanie who identified that if three cameras were all giving the same problem when I swapped a lens between them, the culprit was probably the lens would understand the difference between correlation and causation. (Need I add that she was right about the lens?)
Stephanie worked hard at modelling, mentally and physically. She knew that it is tiring to bend your body into the best shapes, but she never backed away from difficult poses, and I have wonderful results from half a dozen different occasions over a period of five years. One of the models who have no truck with glamour (despite being inherently glamorous), she excelled in portraits, fashion, and art nude. The world is a poorer place without her, and my thoughts and prayers are with her family.