I grew up with four sisters and one brother. I fell smack dab in the middle of that crew. Girls on one side of me, girls on the other. My brother, the oldest, wisely minded his own business. I, therefore, grew up assuming I'd have all sons one day. And quite frankly, I was OK with that. I'm quite openly a tomboy at heart and most "girly" things repulse me quite a bit. I was completely happy with the thought of never having to deal with pink dresses or drama queens. When my first born was a boy, I was not surprised one bit. That's just the way it was going to be. But then my second was a girl and I didn't know what to do with myself. Frankly, I'm still a bit lost. Fortunately she loves Legos and cars and is only moderately interested in princesses and pink. But still, she's definitely all girl.
And I love it.
I never knew how much I wanted a girl until she came along. She is the complete opposite of her big brother - in absolutely every sense of the word. And though I love him with all my heart, I couldn't love her more if I tried. Yes she's a screamer. Yes she's emotional. Sometimes I think it's that time of the month for her. But she's mine and she's perfect.
Inspired by Becky Earl's blog of her daughter, I decided to take a similar approach to this shoot. I sat back and watched her be her. And I love what happened as a result. Enjoy, and be inspired!
Cameras: Contax 645, Canon Rebel
Film: Kodak B&W400CN (35mm), Kodak Portra 160 (medium format)
Metering: Hand held meter, bulb out, 45 degree angle to the ground facing me