My son woke up (for the day) at 4:50am. And as I sat there rocking him, debating whether I should cry or make coffee, I realized it had been over a week since my last blog post. It was time for a post. There's been a lot going on in my life lately - and while this post isn't about me as much as my business - it is a huge part of why I've been so busy and slacking on any blogger responsibilities. Does that make sense? Like I said I've been up since 4:50am.
Boudoir photography has always been a passion of mine. I love the whole idea of it. Dolling up, picking out some cute (and maybe expensive) underwear, and letting your inner Diva (or sex goddess if you will) out in front of a camera. It's empowering. It's invigorating. And it's sexy as hell. I had a boudoir shoot years ago and I've been wanting to do another but couldn't bring myself to pay $300+ for a 45 minute session, not including images or print rights. I just couldn't do it. I realized then that I am probably not the only woman wanting these pictures done but refusing to pay the money. So I decided to announce that I wanted to add boudoir photography to my portfolio and the response I received was incredible. Honestly guys, my phone was blowing up and in my own little way I felt like I broke the internet.
I've said before that this whole "starting your business based on a passion" thing is super humbling. The support and, dare I say, demand, for my work is overwhelming. And as I sit here watching the sun rise I'm lost for words. Where was I going with this? Oh right, my passion broke the internet.
I booked nine (NINE) boudoir sessions in a night. Some have come to fruition, some are still on the books. My hunch was more than accurate. Some women wanted these pictures for themselves, others for their lovers, regardless who they were for, they wanted them. I've had four sessions so far and they're easily my favorite. Don't get me wrong, babies and families are great. Couples and seniors are fabulous. But boudoir sessions are freeing. Not just for my subject but for me. And I can't find the words to describe this feeling in more detail... I guess the coffee hasn't kicked in yet.
After my last session I decided I really wanted to try and take some of myself. Which is a whole heck of a lot harder than it sounds. Taking "selfies" was a lot easier before I became a "photographer" (see my older what I wore posts). I attempted these while my husband was out of town, less pressure if he's not home to walk in and ask why I'm taking pictures of myself in my underwear. I put the kids to bed, picked out a favorite set, added a little extra makeup, and tried to get the best lighting I could in my dark bedroom. The result? Not as I hoped honestly. Out of 210 images, I got one that I considered decent. BUT at least I got one.
And as I share a picture of myself in my most vulnerable state I will end my post with this, boudoir photography is not pornographic. It shouldn't be frowned upon or labeled as dirty. Most of the images I've taken have been classy and modest.
Boudoir is not taboo.
xo
Justyn
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