There are endless reasons why I love photographing children. One of many is that with them I feel perfectly at ease, I feel myself, I feel no embarrassment initial time to time I happen to feel that when I photograph people, like Andrew have over 12 years (to be exact he says he's 15. Who believes the fact that I believe even on the weekends working at the circus as mangiafiamme that my alternate life as a photographer than a model and that dogs, like donkeys, have wings but do not drink red bull).
However, Andrea is a stage actor and is very good, I had asked for months and months and months of photos to send him to a casting for a film.
I, seized with anxiety provision of photographs of people more than twelve years, I have been very good for months and months and months of delay.
Strange you say ... a professional photographer who is afraid to take pictures?? It happens only with relatives and people I know for many years-damn those aliens who at the age of 4 years I have been kidnapped and stolen half a brain to make experiments .... However
with andrea, who happens to be the husband of my cousin, I found excuses like:
Strange you say ... a professional photographer who is afraid to take pictures?? It happens only with relatives and people I know for many years-damn those aliens who at the age of 4 years I have been kidnapped and stolen half a brain to make experiments .... However
with andrea, who happens to be the husband of my cousin, I found excuses like:
-no, tomorrow I can not get the photos because I promised to Homer-my-dog to carry around all day until they wear out the legs.
- no, not next week because I have the course of the pole vault.
- in a month?? no, a month is summer and I promised to help my nephew to do the holiday homework (physical education).
- blah, blah, blah.
To tell the truth then, I really do: I'm fired four catalogs a month to start with. But the idea is that if you want to do something really time to find the end ....
and if you do not, maybe it's just because your whole brain, half in my case, unconsciously / lazy thing that refuses to do it (I suggested a session to a psychologist?). I swear, I'm not always so.
the third time that Andrea had asked me to give him the pictures, I felt I was just thinking a snots to say no. I removed the straw from ass and I accepted.
photos you see are the result of an hour spent in the studio. I enjoyed myself a world and now has been decided (by me): I will be his official photographer (yes, yes, even when they become famous and immortalize him and leave footprints on Hollywood Boulevard).
Moral of pappardelle:
-first performance anxiety when I come back to read here. The performance anxiety is really a bitch lady, almost worse than the swine flu lady.
-photographed more than twelve years, unfortunately, does not allow me to make jokes like "hey baby , it is true that you wear socks, hello kitty?" jokes that I admit, I love them and I really enjoyed the answers ... But even shooting at the bottom of adults is not so bad especially if, as Andrew is also nice.
- Learn to throw in the toilet my fears, especially when they are completely meaningless.
also put to the test because it is definitely a help to grow.
I hope the pasta in some way be served to you.