I've gone back and forth and consulted with photographer friends, non-photographer friends, marketing friends, random people in line at Starbucks... and have yet to really know what direction I should go with this here site.
The questions asked are usually the following:
1: Do you want to be casual or professional?
2: Do you want to seem approachable?
3: Do you think people would be ready to get your whole personality?
4: Do you think you could tone down the cussing?
5: Do these jeggings make me look fat?
I have an answer for all those questions... kind of.
I want you to want me... like the song.
I want you to look at my work and walk away feeling like shit is prettier in the world. I want to be some little girl's idol the way David LaChapelle is mine. I want you to understand that his eye's mind is who I fell in love with early on and that's just that.
I want you to know that I picked up a camera for the first time as a child and took photos of my dogs and blades of grass. I made tiny backgrounds in my bedroom and shot smoke from incense; posed my troll dolls and held big-fucking-deal fashion photo shoots in my bedroom. I asked for film every time I went out with my parents. They stopped developing my photos right around the time I took four rolls of Kodak 800 to get the perfect shot of my dog, Dusty. I want you to know that I gave it up for a spell when I went to college for web design and in my final semester, I was introduced to this cool thing called Photoshop 7.0. And I threw rocks at photography's window late that night, begged it to come down and see me in the street as the rain poured, cold and stinging. I told photography that I was wrong. I needed to see the world. I needed to know what was out there... and I realized that the world was nothing if I wasn't walking through it with my beloved. I stood there, vulnerable and shivering in the unforgiving rain. Photography was hurt and didn't want to look me in the eye. I understood.
But we eventually found our way back to each other.
I want you to know that I won't know what you're talking about if you talk about photography with me. I won't know. I won't know this photographer or that one. I won't know what settings do what. I won't know the blog you're talking about or the seminar you're recommending. I won't fucking know.
I want you to have questions about what I do. I love answering questions about this. I want you to come up with some shit that blows my mind and makes me work hard to help create the image you just punched me in the face with. Or I want you to ask that of me. I want you have a fucking blast doing it.
I want you to get inspired... but not by me. Why should I be the one to inspire you? I should be the one you hit up after you're inspired. Go get inspired somewhere else. That's way too much pressure for a girl and anyway.
I want you to know that I'm pretty sure it would be fun with me. I can't guarantee it because there's the slight chance that you've taken a vow of no fun or you're offended by cussing or recently developed a phobia of cameras. But for the most part, I want you to know that it will likely be fun... as it should be.
I want you to see my work and take whatever you want from it. maybe you'll love it. Maybe you'll hate it. Maybe you will give no fucks because you stumbled across this website on your way to another site. But I want you to take something from it... anything. Just take it with you. I honestly do not care what it is you choose to take with you. I just want you take whatever you can and whatever you want from the work.
I want you to know that I take the important things very seriously... and pretty much suck at taking anything else seriously.
I want you to stop reading this right now and go notice all the pretty shit in the world.
Here is a photo of my nephew trying to steal my camera.
There is a funny series of photos from the camera where he's grabbing for it.
I took this photo with my phone while holding the camera for him to look at.