I’ve been having a bit of a think about the whole glamour/ boudoir genres in photography. They’re probably the easiest ones to get atrociously wrong and the most difficult to pull off, if you’ll pardon the pun.
I realise that I’m a heterosexual woman so in some cases I may be missing the point completely but if you google most images relating to gallery pics of normal punters trying to be boudoir beauties, I generally find myself taking a sharp intake of breath and muttering ‘That’s just wrong...on so many levels’.
And that’s not me being over bitchy. I’m a woman most definitely not in the first flush of youth, a woman whose body has had a few children and whose face has laughed quite a bit. If I were to recline on a polysatin sheet slathered in lipgloss and a feather boa, it wouldn’t really be bringing out my best side.
And that’s a bit sad because women want to have these pictures done so that they can boost their self confidence, especially when you do get to your mid thirties onwards, have perhaps had babies, survived an aggressive illness, had some upheavals in your private life. The whole purpose of having a session is so that you can look at yourself and think ‘It’s ok, I’m actually a bit of a vixen’ and not ‘I look like a sunburnt pig with lipstick on’, which might send a gal reaching for the vodka.
So, anyway, this month I am concentrating on making the sisterhood look like total and utter vixens.