I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I could photograph women of this age ALL. YEAR. LONG. You women who have lived life and wear it on your skin with pride... let me photograph you, please? You have the je ne sais quoi that a bleached-blond, size-00, 18-year old can never have. You have an sexiness combined with subtlety that is impossible to put into words, but oh-so-beautiful to photograph.Read More
"As I sat there listening to these mothers, I felt really out of place. One of the women had been coming to the group for about a year, and she just kept talking about how horrible her life was, and going on and on. Some women didn’t want to open up, and others really opened up. But to me, it felt like the women there saw themselves as victims and were [myopic and] unable to see a bigger picture. I didn’t feel that there was any instruction or encouragement [on how to get better], and I ended up feeling even worse when I left. I knew I never wanted to do that again. It shook me awake. I [realized that I] saw myself as a strong person, not as a victim, and I needed to redirect my negative energy into something else. That was the permission I needed to start working again on my business, and to really pour myself into that."
I didn't want to be someone who was still struggling a year later, and I decided that wasn't going to happen.Read More