The architecture of a face is in the bone structure, yes, but more in the character of the person. You can tell by how they carry themselves that they are strong or soft, complex or simple. All of that means that there is a sense of architecture in a good portrait.
Cait married Matt on a blustery September afternoon in downtown Portland… the wedding was at the elegant University Club… an institution in the very best sense of the word. When it was time to have them out for portraits, we went out into the streets looking for good light and interesting spaces. They both brought this wonderful sense of play to the table and they trusted me to make it work.
Everyone has an interesting face… the key to it is to be alive in your own skin… stop worrying about the magazines and the media. The architecture of your face won’t be like anyone else and that is something to be celebrated.
A year ago yesterday we had a lovely sunny day after a long stretch of wet ones…. I think it made us all a little giddy. When Drew picked her up and danced her into the field, there was a collective grin on the face of the crowd. Quilted love letters courtesy of Jac, the beaming bride. ;0)
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In either case, I am happy to answer as many questions as you can ask. You might consider starting with a meeting… there is a lot of ground that can be covered in a face to face. Besides, I firmly believe that anything photographic is a collaboration between the people on either side of the camera… it helps if we get to know each other.
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The cocktail hour was rolling at my back when I stood on the veranda at Zenith Vineyards for a quiet minute… the air was October crisp on my face. A cool part of my job is to be responsible for bringing home the parts of the day that the lovers may not see… a chance to give them a little added dimension. I must confess, though, that I would have taken this just for myself in any case. Why not gather the pretty parts of any given day?
I was waiting at the church. It was a bright Saturday at the end of October in 1994 and my bride and groom were running late. I heard the door and turned to see this man come into the sanctuary at Holy Rosary… he was moving a little slowly and carrying a most wonderful wedding portrait under his arm. Curious, as always, I asked him if he was there for the wedding? He looked somewhat confused and said he was there for Mass… he thought it was Sunday. Then I asked him about the photograph and he introduced me to his late wife.
John was 94 when we met and Merle, his true love, had been gone for 3 years. They must have been married for close to 70 years if I can go by the photo. He carried it everywhere he went. I have friends who had seen him at Lloyd Center… always with Merle tucked in beside him.
The story goes a little further in that the church used Merle’s face as the model for one of their new stained glass windows. I believe it is the Madonna in the window high to the left of the alter.
I’d love to know who did the original portrait.
John and his Merle are gone now but the pictures remain… raise your glass to the love that lasts.
November has been quite dark… made darker for me by the face-in-computer-time, I’m sure. More than half of my brides this year were after August and before November. That makes for a lot of work all at once. Sometimes all of that work backs up in my brain and wakes me at 4:00 AM… I worry it like a manic terrier of some sort and then whoever is in charge up there wanders off to look at other things. Last night, my brain took me back to California… Laguna Seca in 2007 to be more specific. It wanted to look at this old taxi cab again… the old De Soto reminds me of so many crayons in the sunlight.
The gentleman on the bench had the kindest eyes and a rather squashed hat on his old head… the pug was a little nervous. We were walking through Faneuil Hall in Boston and I didn’t do my usual sneaky candid. I decided not to treat him as a tourist sight… I went over and asked if I might take a picture of his dog. His smile and his yes were so gracious that I only took this one frame. I left out his fabulous face and hat because I had only asked about the dog.
Unusual for me.
Head shots… seems like just about everybody needs one sooner or later. I enjoy the challenge of it… as a photographer, you have to be mindful of how the image will be used. Are we talking about a very conservative banker or do we have an actor in need of a fresh look? It’s important to match the personality with the look. I am pleased to see people pushing the edges as it suits them… head shots are now varied and much more interesting than in years past. These are all professional people in their own right. Considering the sheer volume of connecting we do these days, it seems to me that we should put on a fresh face when we have outgrown the old one. I’d be happy to talk to you about a session if you are in the market.