Archive for January, 2012

I’m not a natural teacher. I sometimes find it hard to explain myself, with words, so often times a conversation with me, is more like a high energy game of charades, complete with frantic hand gestures and lots of physical demonstrations. I’m so very Broadway (HELLOOOOO JAZZ HANDS!!!!), or at the least, a product of the Billy Barry Stage School (Irish people know exactly what I’m talking about). Anyway, last Saturday my good friend Gianne and I got together to do a little shooting practice. 2 years ago when I was just starting out in my photography business, Gianne was actually one of my very first brides. She had heard I was taking photography classes and was interested in becoming a wedding photographer, so the very brave and trusting girl that she is, Gianne contacted me and asked if I would not only do her and her future husband’s engagement photos, but their wedding too. I was beyond excited but completely terrified at the same time. I was so raw, so new and still trying to develop my photography confidence. Up to this point my only “real client” had been my kitty-cat, Fintan, who I’d been practicing on daily. But I knew if I was ever going to take the necessary steps towards becoming a wedding photographer, then terrified as I was feeling, I needed to say “yes” to this opportunity, so I did.

Then last summer Gianne contacted me again, she had become obsessed with all things photography since her wedding and had pestered her husband into buying her first DSLR camera. Only problem, she didn’t really know what to do with it, so she asked if I would give her a few lessons. Now, once again Gianne had succeeded in scaring the pants off me cos as I’ve just mentioned, I am not a natural teacher, but on top of that I still view myself as the hungry student, always looking to learn and develop my own shooting skills, so I doubted my ability to be of much assistance, but figuring it was yet another opportunity for me to push and challenge myself, I again said “yes”. As it turns out, Gianne speaks my language perfectly, well, minus the Irish accent and the swearing, but she was clued into everything I tried to verbalize, but even more importantly, was completely clued into my frantic Billy Barry dramatics. Our sessions together became a lot of fun and Gianne learned very fast. So fast I was able to have her 2nd shoot some of my weddings with me last year. This year we continue working together and practicing our shooting techniques, which is what we were doing last Saturday when she snapped this photo of me in the throws of a teaching moment, where I’m apparently threatening to chop her head off if she doesn’t start obeying my every command.

And here is the wonderful Gianne, in a big fat hurry to get as far away from the crazy pregnant women as she possibly can.

20 Down, 20 To Go.

January 29, 2012

Today I hit the halfway point. I’m onto my 5th month of pregnancy. 20 weeks down, only 20 more to go and yes, for all you curious souls out there who were wondering if I’ve started to show yet, I have. Here we are, me and my “bump” out for a casual strut yesterday morning.

The Umpa-Lumpa Look

January 27, 2012

I love me some Bobbi Brown cosmetics and this week after too many months of rocking the Umpa-Lumpa/Jersery Shore glow of the visage, I decided it was time to go out and get my winter shade foundation. My summer shade worked perfectly fine, in the summer, when my skin was sun kissed and bursting with freckles, but it wasn’t working so well now that I’m showcasing my non-sun kissed, but still freckly, paler winter coat. In fact it was “Bad Make-Up 101″ and I knew it but had somehow convinced myself that with some ferocious blending and the magic dusting of a little bronzer around the neck area, all would be fine and I could continue fooling myself into thinking I wasn’t that pale freckle faced girl from Ireland, but an olive skinned mediterranean goddess instead. But hey, if pale and freckly is what I am, then its about time I owned it, cos lord knows nobody can or every should aspire to own the Umpa-Lumpa look.

While I was at the make-up counter I might have gotten a little carried away and also invested in a new lipstick and primer. Ooopsie! But trust me, it could have been a lot worse, this was me operating under restraint.

Practice Practice

January 24, 2012

He’s always so willing to help. A real people-pleaser. Crookie is a sensitive soul and wants nothing more than for people to like him, but only after he decides he likes you. If he doesn’t like you, trust me, you’ll know, or more accurately, your ankles will know. Dexter on the other hand is a self-pleaser and dances to the beat of his own drum. You can’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do, unless you come baring treats, and even at that he’ll only give you the bare minimum of his time and effort. So this afternoon when I took my camera out to practice my shooting skills in harsh light, I knew Crookie would be the man to model. He’s patient (well, compared to Dexter), obedient (again, if compared to Dexter) but more importantly the harsh sunlight meant he got to channel his inner rock-star……

…..and I believe his elevated level of coolness might have made Dexter a little jealous.

Then The Husband arrived home, so I made him part of the exercise by grabbing a wee family shot, just in time for Crookie to be completely over it.

Album Heirlooms

January 20, 2012

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a girl with a taste for the classically old. I write with a fountain pen, I read Jane Austen, I’ve just finished watching all 5 seasons of The Tudors and am now dealing with some very serious Henry VIII cold-turkey type withdrawals. And while I embrace almost fully, the universal shift to all things electronic, I worry about the future of all things paper. You see, I happen to be a big fan of paper. I’m obsessed with pretty stationary and any kind of paper that can be personalized. I love books and the sense of accomplishment I feel with each new book I finish and how well they look all stacked up on my shelves. Its the exact same buzz I get when wedding albums arrive for my brides. The black boxes containing albums of the top grain luxurious leather, I can’t help but squeal with excitement as I flip through the pages of images that will forever memorialize the wedding day of each of my fabulous couples. In this time of iPhones, iPads, Tablets, and even Facebook, digital images have become a very important way for couples to share their special day with family and friends, but there is just something so timeless, elegant and classy about a traditional wedding album. The first family heirloom the couple can treasure and proudly display in their home, so that 50 years from now, when Facebook has morphed into something completely different and instead of smart phones and iPads we are using god knows what instead, the album is something I truly believe will stand the test of time.

This week while working with one of my brides to select the images for her wedding album, I picked up the completed album for another of my fabulous couples, Jennifer and Martin. Their wedding album turned out amazing and I couldn’t help but share some snapshots of the final product.

As always I use Azura for all my Wedding and Guest Sign In Albums and my layouts are designed by the every talented Amy from Albumesque.