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.
This week crystallised for me the USP (unique selling points for those who had the pleasure of never working in sales), that Dinky Feet Photography has over any competitors, so I thought I will share it with you, as it’s something I have been passionate about since I started our photography business almost two years ago. It never occurred to me till now, and it did make me a little smug. Even more so than I am every time I show you guys a gallery of gorgeous images of your babies. Yes, I totally feel smug then. I created something priceless. I know we have a great gallery, when I watch it just before you arrive for your viewing, and I have tears in my eyes, and it’s not even my baby!
I may have a a bit skewed idea of what love and romance actually are. I had a tear in my eye when during a trip to nuclear reactor in Chernobyl, a couple of my friends got engaged in the middle of a dead town, with abandoned buildings around. People got evacuated from there in fear of imminent death thirty years ago, and there I was, standing in the middle of it all, thinking it’s the most romantic place on earth to propose. In my head I was humming Rihanna’s “We found love in a hopeless place”.
You most likely came across newborn photography a few times. Your friends posted some photos of their tiny babies on Facebook, you may have had a session with your baby, when they were only a week old. It’s becoming a mainstream early milestone, and you may get frowned upon if you don’t have one done. From a business point of view of course all the frowning works for me, as I want you to be my client. From a personal point of view, as a mother myself, I want you to have those memories to look back on, and never regret not capturing those first moments, when everything was tiny, and your babies were not after new football boots and a puppy for Christmas. You never want to forget those details. After that we have a crazy whirlwind of a year, ending up with a cake smash to celebrate your baby’s first birthday and a first big milestone. I believe this “tradition” of smashing cake and rubbing icing all over ones face came from the States. No doubt it will soon be banished there if any props are made in Mexico. Cake smashes are fun. You get your babies’ character […]
Being a photographer means spending a lot of your time with other photographers, talking photos. Current styles, but also photography in the pre-photoshop days. A couple of weeks back, whilst chatting with Sue Black of Sue Black Photography, we went a bit off our usual subject of babies and food, and funny mugs bearing wisdom written using offensive language, and somehow stirred on to a bit more profound subject: our parents.
I am going to be 34 years old in a few days time. I thought we may as well get it out of the way, to avoid the delusion that this post is going to be about healthy living and getting enough sleep and vitamins. I am old enough to realise this is most likely not going to happen. Neither am I going to reactivate my gym membership.
As I nail my second plate of pierogi (traditional polish dumplings, come stuffed with meat, cheese or fruit, amazing stuff), on the 41st floor of Warsaw’s Intercontinental Hotel*, I ponder. The end of the year is upon us, but somehow it doesn’t feel like a new beginning. It doesn’t feel as though there should be some major changes happening from the first of January. I have given up on the miracle lifestyle changes and diet shifts. My occasional presence at a yoga class is always heavily facebooked, so that I actually believe I am exercising. This will have to suffice. Life is actually pretty ok.