I grew up on disposable cameras and have kept stacks of developed photos over the years. There were no second chances on capturing a memory with those. It bred a love for the in-between: the blurry laughing, the asymmetrical selfies, and the random moments you discovered because someone else stole your camera for a minute.
I’ve always loved photos. I’ve always loved magazines. I grew up in the 90s and remember studying celebrity spreads and even paparazzi images (which sometimes were my favorite because of the raw life I saw in them). I’m highly emotional. I get hyper focused on details and sucked into storytelling. These characteristics molded my perspective on what’s an important image to capture. Relationships, personality, movement, love, rebellion.
Those were the days.
Clean lines, natural beauty, strong presence.
Developing style that resonates with me and makes sense to my eye.
Like many, it took becoming a mom to really see the grains of sand slipping through the hourglass. I realized the value in still images. It’s all we will ever have of the past. Take photos, get in the photos, and quit acting like everything needs to be perfect. Nothing is perfect, and therein lies the absolute magic of photography.
I used to think photography was about knowing how to work a camera and make things in focus, out of focus, etc. It does involve that, but anyone can pick up a camera and YouTube videos. The eye and the vision is what you’re hiring professionals for. When you book with me - you’re paying for my perspective.
no one has that but me.
same goes for my vision in editing.
It’s not just slapping a “filter” and calling it done. Editing is part of the game; if you don’t know how to choose wisely and adjust appropriately per image, you miss the beauty. This makes it ART; a whole vibe. It can accentuate or distract from the feeling you’re trying to evoke within an image.
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