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.
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.