For me, as a freelance fine art nude and non-traditional boudoir figure study photographer, me finding my ideal intimate photo clients is something that takes care of itself in a way. I know most of the market looking for boudoir photos are newly engaged or married, or are looking to do it for an anniversary / valentines day. Most of those prospective intimate photography clients would prefer the more traditional boudoir studio, which usually has female staff. Most of those studios have well designed sets and do a lot of them, with a bright airy feel. Whereas I am more about a blank canvas and focusing on the body and mood lighting. Or we make our own canvas in a residential or outdoor setting, particularly weathered locations 🙂
I offer something different, that will greatly appeal to those looking for my unique style and skill set. It will not appeal to everyone, which I am ok with. A lot of my clients are looking for exactly what I offer, and come from out of town for their shoot, or fly me in. In that case, they look at my work and once they talk to me in form of an email, phone call, or in person pre shoot consultation, they feel comfortable and trust me. I know the more traditional boudoir clientele may not feel comfortable with me being a male photographer, or if their significant other knows about the shoot, may not have the maturity to even consider this option. Also ok. I don’t defend my gender. My work and reputation, and how I conduct myself are my bond. If you like my style and work, great! However, I’m a man, that’s the way it is. That doesn’t mean I don’t have the skills and knowledge of the female form, or the ability to provide a fun comfortable experience. I feel that my website and communication with them sorts it all out, those with different expectations go elsewhere. It all seems to fall into place. I don’t need to compare myself to boudoir studios, we’re different. One looking for one, will not look for the other.
And as always. 🙂
It was New Years Eve, downtown Nashville at the Bash On Broadway, about 32 degrees outside so I was bundled up with a scarf, hat, and gloves. I love the energy and vibe of crowds, especially when there are live bands. Even though in general, I usually avoid crowds, and sometimes people for that matter. Sounds strange being I live in the city, but even those of us who do can find our little safe spot, if you will. The first band we saw, it was great and the crowd was manageable, the final act not so much, we got closer in to see them, perhaps that was a mistake. It was an awkward way to ring in the New Year, being in the middle of a sea of people, and as the alcohol flowed, some people became increasingly stupid and aggressive. Logic should prevail, if the crowds are that thick, if you get bumped, it’s not by the person next to you, it was them getting caught in the crossfire, you insufferable idiots.
Most people were there to have a good time, but a few testosterone filled morons kindof killed the vibe in that area and part of the night. Let’s not forget those in loud arguments with their girlfriends in public. Jesus, control yourselves and your liquor, people. Eventually we all made our way out and I thought to myself…I’m still plenty young enough to get out and experience life and the crowd, but have maybe reached that point when it’s hard to relate. I mean, if you are that worried about personal space, maybe you should have stayed home with a bottle of Jameson Whiskey and invited a few friends. I was talking with my best friend since high school, and we’d never know that a New Years Eve house party we had in our college age years would be the yardstick to measure all other New Years eve celebrations. Doesn’t sound like a bad idea moving forward 🙂
I was having a nice insightful discussion with a friend I don’t see often, it’s always good to catch up. I could see between the threads of conversation that he was having a more difficult time keeping up with life’s demands than before. We talked about what was happening in our lives and where we were at with it all, so I came out and asked him how his health and stress level was. He said that his toddler and wife were doing great, he got his wife a bigger SUV, and she wants them to relocate to a larger home. I saw right away why he was feeling added pressure. These aren’t rich people, but they’re kind people and hard workers. It became evident that he was trying to go with the flow and work through it, as if those upgrades were a necessity. He said, I suppose that’s what the American dream is.
I told him, regardless of what country you live in, the idea of getting more in debt than we should is anything but a dream. The quest for more this, and bigger that can become a vicious cycle. Work harder and give up more that life has to offer to pursue a lifestyle. You already have the “American Dream” my friend, though I don’t see that term as relevant. Usually bigger houses that significantly increase the mortgage payment are to house more stuff, often which is forgotten about. Same with bigger cars, etc. I wasn’t trying to be “right” and make him wrong, but just wanted to give him a neutral party’s way of looking at things.
There was definitely a different vibe when I was in Europe. It was less about big homes and huge cars. Living simply but comfortably was what most want, and living beyond their financial means was less glamorized than in the States. This way, when it’s time to work, you work. When it’s time to invest in yourselves, travel, education, and not live day to day financially strapped, it’s time to manage your finances and debts responsibly so you can have those pleasures too. That’s how I would define the ideal American Dream, though I bet most see it differently.