Why I take photos
I remember being around 11 years old, looking out the car window, driving past mountains and lines of trees as we headed to see my grandparents. My mom had just bought me a point and shoot digital camera. I was so smitten in seeing the world through this tiny viewfinder that I was taking photos every 30 seconds; by the end of the trip I had 20+ variations of the same landscape. I had this inexplicable need to capture the subtle sighs as leaves rustled, the complexities of every water ripple, and the changing moods of the people around me. In that moment - without even realizing it - I fell in love with photography.
To me, there is beauty in the every day and moments that happen naturally. Although photos are unnatural by nature, I find myself stuck in this incessant desire to portray a sense of realness. So when Jess and I started talking about doing an intimate photoshoot, I knew I wanted to embody the unassuming beauty of mundanity; because there is nothing more intimate and almost obtrusive than taking photos when you are supposed to just be yourself.
It was just Jess and I in her home. Jess had barely any make-up on, and in garments that fully embraced her womanhood. Perhaps it's a lack of experience on my end, but on the day of the photoshoot, I provided little guidance when it came to how Jess posed in front of the camera. It was more important to capture the movements that felt natural to her - although it obviously helped that she's absolutely gorgeous and knows how to move. The fact that we were in her home was very poignant as I really got to see a day in the life of Jess.
It was my definition of intimate. Jess was unfiltered and beautiful. Over the years, the way I take photos have changed. The things I find beautiful have changed. But my love for photography remains the same, and it's experiences like this that make me realize why I fell in love with it in the first place.