In mid 2013 the opportunity to photograph in The Miller Theater presented itself. A friend/mentor of mine had access and wanted to know if I would want to take a look. Not really knowing anything about the building or it's history, I said sure and we met a few days later downtown. For that meeting, I brought nothing but myself, no camera. Long story short, at the end of that tour I got a key, had access to The Miller anytime I felt like it, and knew I would not enter the dressing rooms downstairs alone for fear of "her." Whether she still haunts it after the remodel...Read More
Twenty years ago I entered my senior year in high school. I had just come home from a summer in Ecuador, and I had shoulder length blonde hair that I was devising a plan to cut into a pixy (do I sleep with gum? Do I just lie? My parents would never let me do it). I had gained a solid 10 or 15 lbs. that summer to add to the several I already possessed overweight. Heroin chic I was not, but maybe I could go skater/raver/punk. The girls at school already didn't quite get me, so who would care?
That year I clad myself in funky vintage sweaters and JNCO. I lied to cut off my hair, and desperately searched out an identity that wasn't entirely centered on singing. I didn't think I was able to be who I desperately wanted to be, so I had to find an alternative.Read More
Isn't she lovely?
Today we get to work with this talented young woman again, and we are over the moon.Read More
There was once a dress...
I bought it in anticipation of my wedding, nearly seven years ago now. It was stunning, and in perfect condition for vintage wear.
Upon fitting, I noticed that it was a bit too long; so I chose to have it hemmed. I was living in Charleston, SC, and really didn't know where to bring it. I made a decision, and it was a bad one. The tulle had jagged cut marks, and the lining was askew. It was in no condition for a wedding. Up into the closet it went, and I wed in a different gown.
I have carried that dress with me ever since, hoping for an opportunity to don its frothy layers. There have been times when it has fit, and other times when it was... snug (or impossible). This dress deserved at least one last twirl.
Enter Heather...Read More
The above is a common question that I get from mothers when they find out I am a photographer. "Yes" is the answer, but the question always makes me laugh.Read More
But how much does all of this have to do with beauty? When I surveyed some of my friends, very few of them mentioned anything about physicality. Most of them, in fact, responded with more ambient qualities such as “contentment,” “strength,” “poise,” or “the way a run makes me feel.” If these answers are honest, then what is going on in my chair? How are we supporting our family with this “beauty” profession?Read More