Had a photoshoot last week.

Felt like a bit of a nob organising it, let alone posing, but thanks to the almighty Kaye from Fordtography I’m actually really pleased with the pics.

I’ve been interviewed for a few magazines, websites and newspapers recently, and they all want nice pics of me to complement the words. Unfortunately my selfies and self timers aren’t good enough, so I thought, why not?

We met at St Dunstan-in-the-East Garden. It was once a church but after being bombed in the Second World War it’s now a pretty garden space near London Bridge, and, just round the corner from Philpot Lane. I’d found it while Googling ‘tropical spaces in London’ or something like that.

Anyway, I loved it, and love the tropical green feel it’s bought to the photoshoot.

St Dunstan in the East

I could have three outfit changes and with few facilities nearby, I just got changed right there in the park. Sure the office workers in the high rise buildings loved seeing me trying to squirm from jeans and a shirt into a dress, with minimal skin showing. But y’know, time is money.

So from my first and only professional photoshoot I’ve learned that I’m definitely not a natural, that I feel stupid and that I need to learn my angles. Although I probably already knew that. Kaye was brilliant and chilled me out with her relaxed attitude but some of the ones she showed me on the camera screen from the start were hilarious.

Stiff as a board with a face twisted by self-consciousness.

Why is that as soon as a camera points my way my whole body tenses and all of a sudden I feel like I don’t know my arms anymore? Like I’ve suddenly become aware that I own hands and I don’t know what to do with them?

I often think how weird it is how little you look at yourself. Well, the average person anyway. Other people look at you all day, they know your face, what you look like when you laugh, when you cough, you smile, or frown – but all you know is your face when you apply make up, when you take a selfie or you clean your teeth.

Looking at some of the photos was kind of like the disturbing shock you get when you go to take a pic on your phone and it’s on selfie mode – is that really what I look like? 

But also, whatevz? I’m getting older. This is me.

First Photoshoot

Photographed in London

Having an amazing photographer, one you can relax with, is absolutely invaluable too. It was a great venue, sure, but it’s Kaye who bought them to life, and suggested I keep my purple coat on. Love the colour pop on those ones.

There’s no way these shots would’ve looked like this if I took them. Having the photoshoot has also really inspired me to actually try to better my photography, rather than just say I want to. Exactly what I plan to do in the Philippines.

My first photoshoot

St Dunstan in the East photoshoot

I was nervous the night before, mainly that I wouldn’t get one pic that I wanted to share, but Kaye’s done a great job. Expect my blog to be riddled with these pics, and the other 100+, very soon!

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