I am too comfortable telling myself I am not beautiful. I feel as though I am Icarus who tried with good intention and crashed to the floor; a heap of melted wings on my wayside.
I had this epiphany while sitting on a cold concrete floor. I couldn't help but stare at the most alluring thing in the white, plain, studio - the dirty and broken windows. Cold drafts of air flowed into the room as the winter season tried to infiltrate the overwhelmed single heater and high-ceiling space. It's my tenth photo shoot session in the past two weeks and I'm light-headed with my camera in my lap. As a photographer, I have three main goals - find the story, capture the subject(s) natural self, and don't try to make them comfortable.Read More