02/07/2024
If you want to feel brave, be photographed.
It's not easy to be photographed. Our minds get loud. We wonder what to wear, what to do with our hands, how to arrange our face. Do we look ok? Will we recognize ourselves? Will I love myself more after this, or will it confirm the things I worry about when I catch a glimpse of myself as I hurry past a reflection.
We worry and we postpone. Maybe next year. Maybe when I'm tan. Maybe after I start the workout program.
We blink and one season blitzed into the next, and there are photos - quick selfies with friends, a huddled holiday photo in front of the tree - glimpses of experiences and pieces of who you are.
But portraits are different. You can't hide when you're the one being photographed. It is as terrifying as it is grounding and thrilling.
When it's just us, what inner parts of you will we get to coax out and celebrate? What remnants of childhood you and teenage you and twenty-two-year-old you and thirty-four-year-old you will we get to capture and remember?
Something powerful happens when we as women let ourselves be seen and photographed. What initially feels self-indulgent becomes healing. What feels terrifying becomes celebratory.
And I know, I know. This is expected coming from a photographer. But isn't that all the more reason to at least consider being photographed this year? I've been seeking out women to photograph since I first found a camera 18 years ago. Almost two decades of photographing women and I love it even more than I did as a teenager forcing friends and strangers to spend time in front of my camera. I know how scary it is. And I know how much it matters to have portraits where we recognize pieces of ourselves.
If you've thought about being photographed in the past but haven't (and while I love them, family photos do not count as portraits of you. We are talking about some solo time where you can relax and be present without anyone pulling your attention), what has kept you from being photographed?
[Portraits from a morning with Mary where we blasted Lizzo and played with movement and ignored time]