He probably won’t thank me for posting this one. But I know he’s up for it. And he’s such a good actor.
My reason for posting is the enlightenment I got from making this portrait of my husband. I’m very uncomfortable with having my photo taken, VERY uncomfortable. I think there is only one photo of myself in existence that I’m ok with, and that was made 31 years ago.
I’ve been admiring Vicki, and her portraits of people she has met through her travels. After reading the above, I guess you can imagine just how much admiration I have for her, and the sense of the person she’s been able to bring out with that.
This sense of how uncomfortable it is to sit in front of the camera translates to how I feel about making portraits of other people. So I feel much happier if I can do the stealth thing, and try to capture moments where they are unaware of the camera’s presence. That’s how I would prefer to be photographed. Now I’m trying to bring more honesty and integrity to my work it’s time to face myself. And I’m doing that through the mirror of my husband first up. To try and develop the empathy that sits in the space between sitter and photographer, and which allows the sitter space to be themselves, and get myself out of the frame. This is going to be a hard one.
I didn’t know why I wanted to make the first portrait like a mugshot, but once I’d developed it (and it had to be black & white, and harsh, and flashy), I realised that it was me I was photographing, and this is how I feel when someone asks to take my picture.