I won’t lie or fill you full of fluff, I’m going to say what’s on my mind. Some things will never change.
I’ve been quiet, concentrating on my own give-a-shit zone and somehow I managed to beat cancer, endure six surgeries in the span of 24 months and keep my business afloat. Just now in a conversation with someone I like and admire for her business savvy self — I realized that ^^^this shit^^^ is quite an accomplishment.
Allow me a moment of self-agrandizing ((not sure if that’s even a word, but fuckit, it is now cuz I said it)) it almost feels like social media masturbation *oh yeah, uh huh, right there, don’t stop*
Ahem. I’m getting to my point.
While I may have been in my own zone and not talking much I’ve been watching and what I’ve seen I’ve found disturbing. It’s as though the bulk of our genre has lost their individual voices AND have forgotten how to use their in-camera meters. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about — the underexposed, supposed-to-be-rim-lit-but-instead-lacks-detail-or-connection images that have flooded our once-beautiful genre. The majority who try it fail. They don’t pull it off. The resulting photos lack class, sensuality, depth, dimension and detail.
Spank you very much.
What happened to finding your own unique voice? We still sing the universal song about being your brand, ♪ ♫ ♬ la la la ♪ ♫ ♬, what sets you apart from ♪ ♫ ♬ la la la ♪ ♫ ♬ but the photos now all look the same. The subjects are shot from a dominant point-of-view and now appear to be one dimensional fuck-toys.
…and finally, Thank you!
I haven’t even had to work at setting my work above the next boudoir photographer’s down the street. I will continue to back light, rim light, side light and flat light and show a range of evocative imagery that portrays the soft, the romantic, the playful and the occasional rim lit fuck-toy — but mine will include detail.