Glamour is glamour regardless of the decade. Yes, I do agree that our definition of today’s Glamour is very different from when we hear “90′s Glamour”. Regardless of the time, the essential message is the same, you get dolled up and you will forever have beautiful images of you. …and this...more
Glamour is glamour regardless of the decade. Yes, I do agree that our definition of today’s Glamour is very different from when we hear “90′s Glamour”. Regardless of the time, the essential message is the same, you get dolled up and you will forever have beautiful images of you.
…and this is where this post takes the most RANDOMEST turn to get to the point of this blog…
Inspired by food photographer and blogger Andrew Scrivani’s story of food and how it relates to him, this post was born. When I read about how his great-grandmother inspired him to love food, cook and photograph it it made me think of my relationship with food. I love food. Food has been a BIG part of my life. My mother is Italian and the most amazing chef I know (I call her a chef because well, she may not be in business to make and sell food but she is our chef and she treats us like we are dining in a 5 star restaurant all the time. She is amazing). I wanted to share a post on my food blog about her and was hoping to share photos of her cooking from when I was little. As I sifted through my box of photos I have stashed for “down memory lane” time, I found perhaps one photo of us in the kitchen but I know my mom and she will scream “OMG I look horrible!” because she was in mid sentence (captured by my dad) and her eyes were half closed. Plus I am blocking the stove, which I am pretty sure contains a boiling pot of meat sauce that my mom was preparing (kind of the purpose of what I wanted to write about LOL). I was disappointed when I couldn’t find any photos of her cooking in Venezuela. I really wanted to share some foodie memories of me growing up and one of the amazing dishes she was making.
As I continued to sift through my box I found some Glamour photos of my grandmother and aunts. I looked at those photos for a long time. I love those photos. The posing is kind of cheesy and they have that “soft-glowy look” but I love them none the less. They are so timeless and beautiful. This is where the post is going. My grandmother is now in her mid 90s and wouldn’t recognize me. The last time I saw her was in 2010, when I took Adam to meet her. She thought I was my cousin Breanna and didn’t have the faintest clue who Adam was (even though our wedding photo was hanging on the wall by her bed). My grandmother has short term memory loss and stopped knowing who I was after high school. I mean, she knows WHO I am, but she doesn’t remember me as an adult. If we were standing in a room together now, she would think I am a stranger. When she thinks of me, she still thinks I am in 8th grade living in Caracas with my family or in 9th grade living with my aunt. I will always remember my grandmother as the beautiful glamorous woman in the photos below. I am so grateful I have these photos of her because this is how I remember her and how I always will.
I photographed my beautiful parents this year. Right before I did their session, I thought back to the last professional session they ever did with a photographer… their wedding (yes my brother’s and mine too but I am talking about a time where it was actually about them). So many of us go un photographed because we are not in the right place physically or because we are shy or think we are awkward in front of a camera or because its just too expensive, and the list goes on. I get that. Trust me I do. This year I had my own glamour session done by the most amazing photographer, Amanda Lacy. She is so unbelievably talented and I love all my photos. I am so happy I did do them because now I also see those photos as a tribute to my long beautiful hair which I then donated to Pantene’s Beautiful Lengths program. I see these photos as my “feel good photos” because ladies we all have “fat days”. I look at these photos of me and think man, I look Good. This is me. This is me right now. 10 years ago I may have been lankier and skinnierish but I love me NOW. Not only that, Adam can tell you just how much I “love” being photographed… 90% of our photos are of him. There are thousands of Adam photos but only a handful of Anna photos… because Anna was not feeling like it for one reason or another. But I am getting better at being in front of the camera too… now he has beautiful photos of me. Let me tell you this too, its addicting to be photographed beautifully. Its an experience unlike any other, like going to a fancy day spa but with permanent results.
So let me ask you before I keep rambling… Do you have beautiful photos of you? Do the people who love you the most have beautiful photos of you? If you answered no, then you are doing you and them a big disservice. It wasn’t til I lost a dear friend of mine that I learned how a band shoot turned into some of the most precious photos for his mom. I cried and couldn’t stop.
Every year now I try to schedule some sort of a session, for myself or with my husband. You should too.