“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” - marilyn monroe
About a week ago i received an email from the editor of PDN (photo district news) and was informed that i was to be featured in the January 2014 issue - and i just about peed my pants. But before i continue, let me back track two steps because i'm about 80% sure if you're reading this you have NO idea what PDN is all about. It's basically the Vogue magazine of my industry. Everyone gets it. It's stocked on grocery store and camera store shelves a-like. Pretty much everyone in my industry reads it - so now you understand why i almost had an accident, right? So today i received a second email, and boy, if the last one didn't already make me want to pee my pants, this one sure as heck did. I was asked for a portrait of myself to go along with my feature. OH! that's easy right? I'm a photographer, i've got to have hundreds - if not thousands of those things laying around!
Not one photograph of myself (no, photobooth and android selfies do not count) . So , in a panic, i text my awesome partner - in- crime and assistant, Paige Garland an SOS because of course, this is a catasrophe and the world must stop for me so i can get my portrait taken.
Now that i have filled you in on why this is going to be my most narcissistic post in my blogging history, i will share my feelings:
Exposed, Stripped, Raw, and Unsettled.
It's strange because i shoot people all the time. I get their personalities to come out in their facial expressions - frozen until time indefinite at 1/125 of a second - and yet, it took everything for me not to withdraw inside of myself and become and empty shell of a person while Paige was photographing me. I don't think the majority of us shooters actually enjoy getting our picture taken seriously like this. That's why we're always behind the lens, and not always in front of it, right? I think this little hour session bettered me a little as a photographer and a human being connecting to others. I got a good refresher on what it feels like to be on the other side and a chance to really peer into my own soul from someone else's view of me (side note: it took everything not to grimace while editing photos of my own face). I've decided a monthly self-portrait will be beneficial to my health and my ego. So Paige ,if you're reading this - thanks for stripping me down to my skivvies (metaphorically speaking of course). It was good for my soul.
"A true portrait should today, and a hundred years from today, be the testimony of how this person looked, and what kind of a human being they were"