My hatred for being photographed is inordinate. I dread photo sessions like most people dread root canals. Remarkable, award-winning photographers have taken hundreds of photos that yielded only a few satisfactory shots.
So, when I scheduled a photo shoot last month, everyone asked why. They loved the old photo. The white pants. The candy-red patent Via Spiga pumps. (What’s not to love?)
I’d responded with, “It’s time…it’s been four years,” but I knew better. The lackluster photos had nothing to do with the photographers or the skills of the make-up artist or the number on the scale at the time. They had everything to do with me not showing up. The results portrayed my shell without my spirit.
So this time around I decided to focus on being present. And I chose to work with Chris Martin. Yes, the Chris Martin: documentary filmmaker, photographer, writer and speaker. I’d seen many exceptional examples of his art but had never had the opportunity to work with him. Chris’ relaxed manner and casual smile put me at ease. We drank coffee at Breken Kitchen and talked for about an hour. And then he said, “Let’s take a walk.” What’s scary about a walk? Absolutely nothing.
And so we walked and laughed. I soaked in the beautiful day, our surroundings and basked in the moment. With Chris’ guidance and exceptional skill he positioned me in the best light. Looking at the exceptional resulting photos, I find that Chris revealed the real me.
Do you need help revealing your story? Give Chris a jingle.