I had no desire to model growing up. Not because I saw anything wrong with the profession, but I honestly did not feel attractive during my adolescent years. After I turned eighteen, something weird happened to me. I started to like purses. And makeup! I was finally out of my tomboy stage, much to my Mommy’s satisfaction.Recently, my hairdresser and makeup artist at the salon I frequent said they believe that I would be a great model for a photo shoot. At first, I swept it under the rug. I’m a normal, working woman. Yeah, I can take pretty pictures for Facebook and Instagram, but anyone can do that with the right camera positioning.
I don’t have time to be playing in front of a camera. But then I thought, if I never try, I would never know if they are right.Two weeks ago, my small apartment was buzzing with air brush machines, and the smell of heated hair was all about. I had picked out three outfits that I thought described my persona perfectly. One was edgy and strong. One was soft and feminine. One was provocative, but classy at the same time. Thanks to my downtown neighborhood, there were awesome places to shoot, and it turned out better than I ever envisioned. My goal is to do one photo shoot a month, and who knows where it can go? I found something that makes me happy, so I will continue to pursue it. Enjoy the pics!