I finally landed in the UK. Back from a short break in the beautiful, Polish countryside, I had to endure a flight back home, and God only knows how I hate flying. You are putting the trust in someone else’s hands completely, hoping the pilot’s 40th birthday party wasn’t yesterday or that no one made him feel suicidal today. I am not a happy flier I tell ya.
I see many photographers change the way they respond to their clients to a first person, because it’s “only them” doing all the shooting, editing, organising. “I’ll get back to you”, “I’ll send those files today”.. I haven’t got an assistant. I’d love one, but working with me would be one of those jobs people mention in their suicide notes as a trigger that made them end their life. I am not a people’s person, I love working alone, but I run a “WE” kinda business. Here’s why.
If you are currently pregnant you may feel as though you want this time to be over, especially on a hot, summers day, being in your third trimester. You cannot to meet your little Pumpkin, but more than anything, you yearn for a glass of white wine spritzer. Whatever it may be you are going through now, this time in your life is pretty amazing. You are making a human! From scratch!
So you have your camera, possibly still with a kit lens but you are on fire! Photography! It’s the career you always wanted, or maybe something you only thought about very recently, but it took your heart by storm and you are addicted. You think, live and breathe photography, but sometimes simple things stop you on your tracks and you are not quite sure where to find the answers. There are many forums, there is google, but how do I ask without looking silly? How do I even phrase it for google search. Here are a few very basic things you may not know but will never ask. Views as always are my own, and will vary from photographer to photographer.
About a year ago I sat down and tried to box my style. What is it that I am doing, is it modern, is it rustic, is it minimalistic, opulent newborn photography, is it shabby chic, timeless or quirky? I pondered. We “should” have a style, because our style attracts clients, right? This year I shifted my thinking completely and here’s what I realised. My epiphany was fuelled by Luisa Dunn. Not only is she stunning inside and out, but the woman is wise. She is smart, but more than anything, she is wise. Her eye for colour inspires me every day, but when she writes, it’s equally engaging. Here’s something that opened my eyes and made me ditch my “style fixation” “Last week’s client wanted outdoor dark images, yesterday’s client wanted all bed shots and no wool, today’s client just wants black and white shots. For those newer photographers who worry about having a “clear style”, my advice is to let your style be “great photography” …and listen, listen, listen to your clients. You want the images on their walls, not yours.” It sounds simple, and logical, so why are we trying to define something that essentially only serves […]
How many times have you heard men say “I don’t understand women!” They seem to think all we want is to buy new shoes and drink frappuccinos, they believe we are all always taking forever to get ready and think this cliché joke is still funny. They think all we want to do is spend days rummaging through antique markets in search of trinkets we could fill our cupboards with. Although this may be true, these are only small things and the big stuff seemingly goes unnoticed.
As I was putting my 2.5 year old daughter to bed tonight, this paradox of parenting was going through my head, and quite possibly it will be nagging me for ages unless I let it all out and set it free, so here it is: I really don’t like parenting.
Two years have passed since I started charging for this hobby of mine, and there is a lot of things I have learnt over this period of time that I wish I had known before I started, so here’s a few of them for your reading pleasures guys.
If you ever tried to “fix” finger marks on your screen with a patch tool, because they looked like a smudge on a photo, you may be a professional children’s photographer. If your wardrobe consists mostly of black leggings, you may be a professional children’s photographer. If any story your friends have about their life can be turned into something photography related, you may be a professional children’s photographer. If you ever wanted to come up to a random kid on the street and ask their parents to bring them to your studio for a model call, only to use their face in your portfolio later, because they look like Meg Bitton’s models, you may be a professional children’s photographer. If you find every dilapidated barn and doors beautiful, and you collect old, scruffy boards from your neighbours’ yards, because they would make an amazing backdrop, you may be a professional children’s photographer. If your favourite colour is 18% grey, you may be a professional children’s photographer. If you cannot simply take your kids to the park, without 70-200mm, to then store those photos in RAW format on two hard drives, never to be edited again, you may be a […]
About two years ago I joined one of the popular photographers’ associations in UK. I not only owned a DSLR, but actually found some lovely people I could call clients and they were happy to part with their cash to pay for what I still considered a hobby. I wanted to be a “proper” photographer, I wanted to belong. Being a part of photographers’ association made me feel like part of the crowd I aspired to be like one day. “I will feel less of a fraud, and more like a “professional”, I thought.