In my experience as a boudoir photographer, I’ve run into three different kinds of partners: the type that is over-the-moon gung-ho about having sensual images of their wife, the type who is extremely resistant to the idea, and the type that isn’t quite so sure what to make of it all. If you fall into the latter two camps, I ask you to read through the below reasons why having boudoir pictures of your wife is actually pretty amazing.
I am still here. I just haven’t been doing the things I should be doing. This is going to change. I don’t know when I will be back to shooting but we will keep you as updated as possible. May is at capacity. It is past capacity. So lets hope we get this curve flattened and we can get back to living a bit more of a conscious life and hope to see more normalcy.
For the first time in my life, I LOVED myself. After I saw my images at my premier I was speechless. My jaw hit the floor. I was blushing and saying “that can’t be me!” “Holy Shit!!”. My husband was smiling the entire time, cause he knew that I finally was seeing what he sees. I was over the moon with joy at how my images turned out.
I run my business the way I would want the experience laid out for me. I would want my shoot and my product separate so I am not buying something I don’t know if I would like. I would want the best fucking makeup I could get my hands on. I would want a photographer with experience. I would want the booking process to be pretty seamless. Jess worked her butt off to get online booking up and running so if this idea comes to you in the middle of the night and you want some details, you don’t have to wait for one of us to wake up and email you back. A bunch of information is in your inbox in a matter of minutes.
Was my body where I wanted it to be? Not even close. But it’s done some incredible things and it should be celebrated. If I’m totally honest, I booked my shoot fully anticipating that I would not like many of my pictures, which had absolutely nothing to do with Steffs work. After booking my shoot, I spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to find the perfect outfit. The one that hid this, tucked that, covered there. I felt defeated and I most certainly did not feel sexy. I also felt like I had lost who I was.
