A
little bit over a year ago I started photographing women in a glamour
style. It was a timid step on a journey that began with asking my friends to
be my models so I could practice and I could build a portfolio. I have
wonderful friends! The style had been done before and I wasn't sure my
tiny city had an interest for it. But I loved it and had to give it a
try, before it was too late for me.
Taken at Shambhala Mountain Center
July 2009
One morning I was at Lila's house, talking about the session we would have together, when her friend and upstairs neighbor stopped by to borrow an
egg. I had met her a couple of weeks ago at Lila's baby shower: a
relocated "southamerican" like myself, Rose was loud and passionate and
the mother of an adorable 5-year-old redhead. She said:
-Oh so you are going to take people's photos?
-I do- I replied. Now I want to specifically make images of women.
-Pregnant women?- she clarified, incredulous.
Oh was I going to see that expression in the faces of others over and over
after that day:
-Not just. I want to celebrate women and encourage them
to have portraits of themselves.
-Oh that sounds great!- she said. I had photos with a local photographer
when I was pregnant. My mother-in-law made me do it, although I didn't
see the point at the time. I was huge, tired, uncomfortable in my
body... but I went and I had such a miserable experience. The
photographer was rough and impatient, and at the end she charged my
mother-in-law a fortune for a tiny, horrific framed image of me. At
first I wished I had waited and had done images with my baby instead, but after
the fact I was glad it was done with.
-I'm sorry you had to go through that. I think most women who have
children see the point in having their kids photographed but have a
hard time imagining themselves in portraits. I want to change that.
And I want the images to come with an experience to match. I would love
to show you what I do. Do you want to do a portfolio-building session with
me?
It didn't take as much convincing as one might think after the
experience she had had. She was sold on the idea of having images for
free, and since her and her family were moving to a different state two
month later, we had to do it quickly. I looked at my then flexible
schedule on my calendar and booked her for a session two weeks later:
she was going to be my first model. I say "WAS going to be" because a week later she called me to apologize
for having to cancel our session. The move had creep up on her and she
had no time. Besides, she didn't really NEEDED any images of herself. I told her I understood, and I did, but the truth is I was disappointed. I took that one
step back as a sign that maybe this city wasn't ready for it (imagine
that!). I encouraged her to look for a beauty photographer once she
settled in Texas and went on to prepare for my other sessions rather sluggishly. The weeks
went by, I photographed my three friends and had two sets of models
scheduled to test a couple of hair stylists and makeup artists... life moved on for me.
One
evening, a month after my canceled session with Rose, I got a call from Lila, who I had photographed the week before:
-Hey! Your images are not ready yet, lady- I said
-That's not why I'm calling- she replied- I wanted to tell you Rose
passed away. She had a heart attack. Jack called me to see if I had any
images of her that he could use for the church service.
I was stunned. Six weeks before, I had sat at a table with this woman
and we had talked about life, and living abroad, and the full-of-life
images I was going to make of her. Images she would love and could pass
on to her son. She was 40 years old. This didn't make sense.
I didn't know Rose very well, but I know Lila and they were close. I
walked with my friend through her grief, and her fears as she birthed
her baby into a world were death comes without warning. I held my own
children tight. And I took that experience of not having had the chance
to give Rose's family the last images of her as a sign that I had to
photograph women. Passionately and unwaveringly.
After my next cancellation from a dancer friend, almost a
year later, was followed by an accident in her house that injured her
back and left her temporary paralyzed (she has since then fully recovered!), I am
not hesitant anymore to insist when people want to cancel. To do
everything on my end to ensure that women give their portrait session
the priority it deserves. Of course in the great scheme of things, of
life and death, of being able to walk, see, hear, of wars and famine,
spending time and money on an experience and a product such as photos
may seem superficial. But it is the mind behind the thought of wanting
to have a portrait session with me what I find transformative, and it is what I want
people to follow and commit to. Because a person that wants beauty, who gives half the time and care necessary to invest in this experience,
who wants to have heirlooms to pass on to generations that will remember
her mostly for her actions, and who have the courage to follow through,
can only make the world a better place by extending that mind to
everything she does.