I've been a photographer for as long as I can remember. I did my first photoshoot behind the camera when I was about 10 years old. I did the hair and makeup on the model, my aunt Gloria. My weapon of choice, a Polaroid camera.I even wrote the caption "Just another pretty face in the crowd," on the white space below the image.
I'd post the picture, but I think I'd be disowned by my aunt, since she, at the time, sported a poofy boofy 80's hairdo and her eyelids were adorned with electric blue eyeshadow. Her attire consisted of a white tie-front large collared shirt, blue capris and Keds with bobby socks. Not bad for 1986!!!
These days, my vision is broader, my camera a bit newer, and I only have to wait a fraction of a second to see my artwork as opposed to the 8-10 minutes it took to 'Shake it like a Polaroid pic-cha' (sorry, couldn't help myself).
My motives, however, are much the same. I always liked to be right there between it all. You know, in the "happening zone". Where it's at. I love being smack dab in between the life experiences of others and their memories.
Gloria may not remember that day if she were randomly asked about it. She may not remember the capri pants or glittery eyeshadow. She may not remember me asking her to lift her chin and "smile really pretty". But I'm almost positive if I showed her that polaroid...it will all come back to her...right down to the smell of the Rave hairspray and "Oh Mickey Your So Fine, your so fine you blow my mind, HEY MICKEY" blasting in the background.
That is why I do what I do.
What is your "Rave hairspray" and "corny background music"?
What life experience do you want to last a lifetime on print (or these days, in pixels)?
Call me and I'll be there, to help preserve the memory.