The first time I photographed a boudoir session was before I even announced I was now a Lacombe boudoir photographer, and it wasn't really a boudoir session. (or at least that's what I tried to tell myself) I was still under the impression that it was taboo, dirty, and that it wasn't something I wanted known publicly that I was offering. I was hired by a dancer to create some anonymous looking images for her to use as promotion material. To be honest, I was scared shitless. . . scared I would forget how to light, scared I wouldn't get the right angles, scared I would feel uncomfortable, or worse yet, that she would feel uncomfortable. Oh my god it was like waiting for a first date! Weird. I can happily say, it turned out to be the most fun I'd ever had, mainly because I had been photographing mostly babies and children at that point. There's only so much "creative lighting" when it comes to babies, moms want to see their baby lit up so you can see their cuteness, their dimples, their drool. While that stuff's cute and all, it wasn't igniting my creative fire.
She was the PERFECT first boudoir client. She posed the way she might pose on stage. She moved effortlessly, had many facial expressions, and kept as cool as a cucumber. She wore a wig, which seemed to completely transform her look as well as her demeanor. I didn't know much about posing women yet, so to have someone already more experienced than I, was a bonus. I learned a lot that evening. But mostly from my client. I learned that I wasn't fulfilling myself or my career as a photographer. I learned that in order to move on, I need to do scary things. I learned that once the "scary" part is over, it's pretty awesome how much fun you can have doing that thing you love to do. And now? Finding light on my subjects or moving them to see that light drop, either on a collarbone, a tailbone, the tip of a breast, or the top of a cheek. . .is magic.
pure. simple. magic