I have had Boudoir photos done twice by a wonderful local photographer. The second time, I packed a few of the small, slightly scandalous prints into a love letter before my husband (Martin) left for Kuwait, it was very 1940’s war time of me. Without the war that is. I enjoyed the experience and the photos were exactly what I had asked for. I was smiling. The lighting was great. My skin looked flawless.
All that said, I have never really been drawn to shooting Boudoir for this reason. My background is Photojournalism. I like capturing things as they are. I love hair that blows in the wind and couples in their element. I am not a super styly (that’s a word right) kind of photographer. But it was that feeling, when I left the session, that feeling of being sexy. It wasn’t about doing photos for Martin, it was for me.
A few months ago, I began researching boudoir a bit more, I found work that I was really drawn to, photos that showed more than perfect skin in great light. I found what I wanted to create, it was that same feeling I had, but I wanted that raw beauty, that sometimes gets tucked away, to shine through. I want to create images of women that make them see themselves. Not the self we pick apart in the mirror, or as a number on a scale, but the beautiful, confident, strong, sexy, GORGEOUS woman that knows how to turn her husband, boyfriend, herself on.
So here is where this journey begins, with Miss A.
