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.
Harlow’s lovely folks own a bespoke flower shop in Dinnington and they let me go wild with colours and set ups, so I poured my heart and soul into making this gallery as epic as it can be. Also, as some of you may know, I LOOOVE my flowers. I could happily use flowers in every single setup. They look opulent, and vibrant and I absolutely love it. The possibilities are endless.
Henry’s lovely parents didn’t want to have him Photoshopped on a plane flying across the Gobi desert. They didn’t want their baby dressed in any of my crazy outfits, which I have a vast collection of. They wanted their session to be about their baby, raw, basic, and beautiful. And I love that. I have a passion for opulent setups but I also love a bit of lifestyle, or as Henry preferred: “freestyle” session.
I love sitter sessions. They are the perfect portrait shoot after the sleepy newborn session, and before the messy first year cake smash celebration. Your baby is now between 6 and 12 months and sitting up unsupported, with a full range of moods and smiles, mixed with curious stares and laughter, sometimes anger, sometimes amazement. They are interacting with us on a new level. Dinky Feet is here to capture this beautiful milestone.
Sienna’s parents contacted me when my little model was already 13 days old, but they were lucky to pick a week, when all my newborn models were running a bit “late”, so we booked our session within a couple of days.
I’ve trained with everyone. You name it, I’ve done it. Absorbing knowledge is my fetish. I wanted to write this blog post for ages, but not before I finished training with the last person on my dream team of British trainers I have coveted over the last two years of my professional career as a photographer. This week I fulfilled my plan. As I am known in photography circles as the douche that shoves constructive criticism down everyone’s throat, I believe it’s only fair that I extend it to trainers too.