When I’m taking photos – especially when I’m taking Senior Portraits – my goal is to not just take a picture of a face, but to take an photograph of a person. Not just what they are, but who they are. I’ve always said that anyone can take a snapshot, anyone can click a button on a camera, but my goal is to go deeper than that and take a photograph; to capture a moment. Sometimes that involves adjusting the way I interact with my subject, sometimes that involves finding a location to suit the personality, sometimes that involves just letting the scene unfold without my help.
For Lindsay, all the pieces came together without my even really trying.
We couldn’t find a flower garden to shoot at (the azaleas, dogwoods, and forsythia was all blossomed out by the time we met up), so we switched to plan B: her vintage Schwinn, her writing chair, her favorite books… at her very own home.
Her mom told me she was born to live in the 50s… as I tried not to gape in awe at her classy outfit options (gaping is, of course, markedly un-classy). She handled herself with a poise and class that I only dream of (see, I’m the girl who runs down her apartment stairs to grab a forgotten item from the car…only to realize halfway down that I’m barefoot, in my pajamas, with very wet hair; as un-classy as they come, yes that’s me). And her writing chair? In her peaceful bedroom with perfume bottle collection, lace curtains, and stacks of classic literature, its no wonder that chair has inspired her to write eight books so far.
Lindsay is stylish. She is poised. She is an author. She has a plan. And she has one epically amazing bike. (Which, btw, is apparently sold at Target?) This is Lindsay.