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Age and Beauty
Sometimes, I am lucky enough to have friends who ask me to do an “artsy” photoshoot of them. This is my favorite kind of photography. I get to play with light and image, personality and whatever wildcard the setting provides. I love the joy of creating images. It gives me a high.
Bethany is an old friend from junior high who’s done modeling over the years. We are both seasoned at being behind and in front of the camera. We know how hard it is to pose and not feel like an idiot. We know how to mix things up to create a good image. We are also both incredibly vain.
Bethany visited me at my parents’ just this last month, so we took advantage of the funky tile in the clubhouse bathroom. I’ve always loved its retro charm. Then we walked out to the *famous* red barn, but funny enough, I don’t love the barn photos. I love the close-ups in the barn that created this stark contrast of darkness behind her and light on her face.
Bethany is a natural beauty, obviously. Her face structure and Grand Canyon-level cheek indents are otherworldly. We often joke that she is of alien origin with her Rh-negative blood type and crazy oversized eyes. I haven’t used Photoshop to create these images. Just a camera and selective lighting.
I love this one because it captures her charming side. Bethany can give resting-ice-queen-face but also has an adorable mischievous side that is probably why we are such good friends. Nothing is ever boring with Bethany. I have stories of her shenanigans to prove it.
Bethany trusts me and lets me create any image I want of her. I love that about her. She is confident in herself and me. It gives me a lot of freedom to capture and create. Photoshoots can be rigid and stressful. It can take a lot out of me to put the subject at ease with silly banter and jokes and remember to pay attention to the settings on my camera at the same time. One of my deep secrets is that I’m not a gadget geek; I never really mastered f-stops or film speeds. I hate using a flash… It’s too much math! I’m more about composition and form meet personality and chemistry between model and photographer. It’s a delicate dance.
This image is my favorite. I don’t care that there is a spit string. I think it makes it more real, in your face, and punk. We are Gen X and still hanging onto our it factor.
We’ve come a long way.
Love you, bestie!
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Diners and Laundromats
Since I’m staying with Matt for a month, I have all day to myself while he works. So that means I’m back-blogging! Don’t ask me why. Nothing makes sense here. I never have rhyme or reason for doing anything. Anyway!
I wanted to share a cute picture of Bug and her friend at Harbor House Cafe. Back in the olden days when Bug’s dad and I were dating, we hit up this old spot because it was open 24 hours a day and a great place to hang out all night. Sadly, it’s not open that late anymore! I think they close at ten now. I don’t usually stay up late anyway, but it makes me kinda sad that one of the last great hole-in-the-wall diners is no longer a solution to the problem of where to go for food when everything else is closed.
Harbor House has so much character and charm. I love how you can stay here for hours; they never make you feel like you need to eat your food and get out. You can stay and chat the night away, kind of like Paris, but not. The food here is mid, but that’s part of the charm of greasy spoon diners. Huge menus with everything on them but nothing very remarkable. I know that burger above looks good, but it tasted like frozen Costco meat. Which is also not the worst thing in the world, and it has its own charm. I’m sure we could have a long conversation about things that are mid-range but beloved for sentimental reasons.
This is a pretty good segue to laundromats.
Laundromats are not very high on my list of fun places to go late at night, but they are a bit sentimental for me and Bug since I’ve been taking her there since she was a baby. Bug needed to do laundry after our dinner date. The laundry rooms at her apartment complex with her dad had been broken down for months, so her laundry was seriously piling up. We found this fantastic laundromat in Costa Mesa that had so many machines! There were huge blocks of machines in all different sizes. Anywhere from one load to eight loads with run times as quick as 15 minutes! Crazytown! It was perfect for us to finish her laundry before they closed at 11 pm. We got everything washed and dried with just minutes to spare. It was a lifesaver since I had to drive back home to my parents (1.5 hours away) after our late-into-the-evening mother-daughter date, and I am not the best night driver.
Sigh. I miss my kid.