being your own photographer

So it’s a Wednesday afternoon. Your brand new… well technically quite old but new to you lens just came in the mail. There’s no one around who can pose for you. There’s no one around who can hold the camera. And unfortunately this lens predates your shiny modern camera’s autofocus system. Heck, it may predate the fall of the Berlin wall or the invention of the television or the end of the second World War.

So how exactly do you get the spot where your head will be to be in focus when there’s no one there?

You do it with the most horrifying bit of equipment I own.

I really wish I didn’t have to keep doing this. My boudoir started as an act of self love. But unfortunately no amount of self love will let me know if I’m properly centered or an inch too far or in or out with my eyes blurred. I’d love to know exactly how my clients feel one day, when they’re under my watch.

But when the sun hits just right and you can’t wait long enough to get your monitor, and set it up, and make it easy to do yourself… you get our your disembodied head, jump into place, cross your fingers, and hope.

And sometimes… it just works.