It was unusually quiet at the Pike Place Market when I pulled in. No large crowds fighting for a spot in line to visit the first Starbucks (which is, disappointedly, not even the first). The stalls were largely empty, except for a few fish vendors who were already set up at 7 am. The atmosphere was hushed and slightly eerie. A perfect start to a photo shoot.
After shooting dozens of boudoir sessions, I can confidently tell you what works very well as an outfit for a boudoir session and what does not. If you Google ‘what to wear for boudoir session’, you will get countless articles with images that include everything from a sexy football uniform outfit to women wearing nothing at all. Of course, what you wear depends on both your comfort level and what makes you feel sexy, not someone else on the internet.
My style of boudoir is classic and elegant which means I discourage women to wear items that will look dated in a year or two. I am one to discourage uniforms, dress up outfits and play boy bunny ears. Why? Because I am a strong believer that a woman doesn’t need to wear a mask or a costume to showcase her playful and sexy side.
If women governed the entire world, it is my theory that soon we would have world peace and healing of the entire planet.
What would our world look like if we were governed by a matriarchy?
There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others.
My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.
What would the world look like if every woman in it had courage to stand up and speak out? Against any injustice on her or others’ behalf, against prejudice, hate and bias?
Realizing that naming evil out loud can be a daunting task for any human, how about starting with something as simple as claiming our bodies?
Have you heard the call of the wild?
Perhaps you were camping in the North Cascades and a bird called to you before the sun has fully risen over the douglas firs. Or maybe a plant you’ve never noticed before softly whispered into your ear, encouraging you to get to know it better. It’s possible you heard it in the rush of a river coming down from the mountains, as you stood on the uneven rocks on its bank and closed your eyes to the noise, leaning in.
You must have heard the call. Have you answered it?
I have always struggled with identifying with words such as ‘artist’ or ‘creative’. Despite majoring in fine arts in college and spending hours at the painting studio, every time a friend would call me a creative person or an artist I would inwardly, and at times outwardly, cringe.
At dawn it was so quiet as if the whole world was collectively holding its breath in anticipation. Despite the curtain of smoke covering Seattle from one body of water to another, another day was about to begin. A wonder.
Not many were up at this time. When it is still dark yet a faint outline of the sun being born is caressing the sky. A gradation so subtle even one blink and you may miss it altogether.