There is nothing more boring than listening about other people’s kids. Let’s face it. It’s brain numbing. Everyone thinks theirs are smarter, faster, develop better and use their brain more. And in some cases this may be true but on a whole, the subject of other people’s children is as exciting as a smell of a cheap cologne or rendition of Michael Bublé songs. So why the non catchy title?
Another year, another bunch of flowers. And by no means are flowers bad, but you can do better. Things get taken for granted, petrol station flowers become a default. She complains to her girlfriends about the lack of thought you put into the fact she’s bringing up your little humans. Girlfriends tell her it’s not on. She starts to think they are right. You come home a day after the Mother’s Day and get a tirade of abuse, but you cannot puzzle why and what it is you’ve done wrong. You blame it on some shit like PMS. Things get swept under the carpet after a couple of days and life goes on. Mehness and vanilla days take over, and she’s fine now. Till next year.
“Hi Maggie, we came for a newborn session with you a while back. Me and my husband are currently getting divorced. Is there any way you could photoshop him out of our family photo?” This blog post was on my mind for ages, but I never felt quite qualified to write it. I am a photographer. I am not a councillor or a shrink. As a divorcee, I am probably not the best person to go all high almighty on how a good relationship should work, but here’s the thing.. Every day I see the same thing happen to more and more of my friends. They go through hell, they want to leave then they justify staying with someone that no longer fulfils them, makes them happy and most of all, someone who no longer respects them. They do this “for the kids”, assuming this is the thing that should be done for the greater good. Time could not have been better from a personal perspective to throw my two pence. I see around 200 happy couples each year. We want to believe it’s forever. We may or may not have had a big, white wedding to put a stamp […]
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” I don’t know who first asked me this question but I remember I never had a fixed idea as to what I would like to do professionally. I wanted to write, so somehow ended up studying English language and reading more classics than a sane teenager would commit to having the option of going out instead.
It’s been a while since I posted anything. I was meant to be away in Wales now, relaxing on the beach, posting casual, chilled selfies of the perfect family life on Facebook. Instead I am home, eating kebab, sitting on the sofa, wearing pink, fluffy slippers, wondering where did it all go wrong.
I always seem to miss all the good stuff. There are plenty of workshops advertised everywhere and I see a lot of them in my news feed, yet when I am after anything particular, I don’t know where to turn to, so decided to put a few of those all in one place. Whether you are just starting out or a seasoned photographer looking to expand your skill set, I hope you find this useful.
I should have written this post a while back, but never really got motivated enough as we should really support each other and not point out what annoys us, but then every time I see something that annoys me, posted by another photographer, I remember this post is well and truly overdue. I may or may not be guilty of some of those things too, but it does not change the fact they are annoying when done to a fellow professional. So without further ado.:
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.