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2014I love meeting new people, i love learning about a person i never knew before. The reason is that everyone has a story to tell. And when you photograph someone it gives you a bit of an insight into who they are. When we do a Couture Session, this is when you learn a lot about someone usually through insecurities.
I have plenty of these insecurities myself, so when it came to put myself (and my Mum & Sister) in front of the camera, they all surfaced! Thoughts like “i’m too heavy, I don’t feel beautiful, what if i look awful in the final images…” the list goes on. I had to have a wee chat with myself, the same conversation I usually have with my clients.
Don’t put it off until you’ve lost those few pounds, you are perfect as you are today. Embrace who you are now!
Lets show our children (and daughters especially) we are strong confident women even with all our insecurities, they make us who we are.
I don’t want to regret not having that beautiful photograph of my Mum, Sister and myself to treasure forever.
Be brave and love the experience.
So the day of the shoot, the three of us with our nerves embraced the experience. I had a dual role, being photographer and client but i experienced the fun and laughter that goes with feeling a little exposed but ultimately loving it.
I don’t regret for one minute having the Couture Session done and maybe the next time I do it I might not feel so vulnerable but if i do i will still give it 100%
Rose Rushe
Gorgeous shots, Eva. You capture the face in dynamic and while still.
I like the politics that drives your forcefield. As women we respond to some insistent drill that our looks and definition fail if not ‘top notch’ – that we are less lovely and worse, diminished by our own hand if not born with the sashay of a Christy Turlington.
Even so, the tall poppies amongst women reap their own swiping scythe. I read this interview with Karen Elson, top model at the weekend in Sunday Times and in another paper, one with recent Irish model Briony Summers, a Durrus girl. The emphasis was success in a fiercely competitive world, not ‘Oh you pretty things’.
Yet, when younger and less protected and knowing, they drove some people out there insane. The mocking and sidelining in schools – Lancaster and Cork – l and for their [world class] looks, was searing, unsettling. Avid beauty is rare but when such a unicorn is born, our imperfect world combines to chew at it, the common exercise of our own insecurities.
It is lovely to read of and look at your bold visual strokes that are underpinned by intelligence and celebration. Bring it on, lady.
Rose