I honestly can't understand HOW LivingSocial makes money, with all the deals they keep giving away. But hey, who's complaining? One purchase which I insisted on snapping up immediately was that of a local photographer to get some pictures of H and I. Both of us love being behind the camera but never in front of it. We belong to the awkward-unnatural clan when placed before the lens. The tragedy of all this is that we seem to be building up a good collection of photographs but none with the two of us. We have some individual ones, when I take of him and vice versa but next to nothing of us together, except some painful Patel photos which strangers have clicked for us.
The reason I was really excited about this photoshoot was because I did some research on the photographer and she was not the standard-pose variety. Her style was more candid which definitely is the only way the two of us can get half-decent pictures. So after much drama, which involved changing dates tonnes of time and going to-and-fro with her for over a month, today we FINALLY had our session this morning.
It was worth the wait. It turned out to be an unnaturally beautiful fall morning, she was wonderful to work with, and the whole affair seemed completely effortless. Now I have to wait 48 hours before I see the pictures, and it's driving me insane. I literally cannot stop thinking about it.
Why? Mainly because in that quick 30 minutes, I hardly remember Charis clicking away. Because throughout it I got to keep my eyes on H. I got to grin idiotically at him, laugh hysterically at his running commentary, bug him, tug him, and hold him. And for the first time ever, I didn't care about the camera. I just remember feeling I could not be more in love with this man.
I want to see. I want to see what the face of a woman looks like when she feels this. Gimme them photos, now. Please?
The reason I was really excited about this photoshoot was because I did some research on the photographer and she was not the standard-pose variety. Her style was more candid which definitely is the only way the two of us can get half-decent pictures. So after much drama, which involved changing dates tonnes of time and going to-and-fro with her for over a month, today we FINALLY had our session this morning.
It was worth the wait. It turned out to be an unnaturally beautiful fall morning, she was wonderful to work with, and the whole affair seemed completely effortless. Now I have to wait 48 hours before I see the pictures, and it's driving me insane. I literally cannot stop thinking about it.
Why? Mainly because in that quick 30 minutes, I hardly remember Charis clicking away. Because throughout it I got to keep my eyes on H. I got to grin idiotically at him, laugh hysterically at his running commentary, bug him, tug him, and hold him. And for the first time ever, I didn't care about the camera. I just remember feeling I could not be more in love with this man.
I want to see. I want to see what the face of a woman looks like when she feels this. Gimme them photos, now. Please?
