Every photographer has a genre they think about at two in the morning. Mine is the magazine spread. The kind of image that runs across two pages when an actress has a film coming out and Vogue wants to know who she is when she isn't performing anyone else's lines. Bold light. A single, unbothered gaze. The sense that the woman in the photograph knows exactly what she is doing there.
This is Femme, the newest thread in my work. The part of my portfolio where the lighting gets a little moodier and the client is encouraged to take up space.
There is a moment in every Femme session when a woman stops posing for the camera and starts performing for herself. The shoulders drop. The chin lifts half an inch. That is the frame I am always hunting for.
The throughline between this and everything else I shoot is the same. I am always looking for the moment someone stops performing and simply is who they are in front of the camera. Femme just asks for a little more velvet and a little less golden hour.
This is early. Consider it the flag in the ground.
If this speaks to you, reach out.
