First ever boudoir session, before I even knew what it was? A western Mass dorm room, mid 90s, K1000 and Tri-x film. Yes it was a hundred years ago and I been photographing people (with and without their clothes on) ever since.
Have I been on my own complicated journey of self acceptance? You bet. Am I happy every day that I am alive? Absolutely.
For me it’s all about emotion and story telling. I know that boudoir can be more than a record of what you look like in your underpants. it’s about humanity, the emotion, the magic of our truest selves.
Learning body language and breathing and waiting for the moment when the masks are dropped and you are authentically present.
And it’s gorgeous. And real. And totally worthy of being seen.
Intimate portraits are a powerful tool for self expression and affirmation.
It’s as simple as that.
When all you needs are hands, sheets and shadows.