Everyone needs to have their picture taken. Everyone needs a memory of themselves captured in time. Everyone needs to see their own beauty.
That is what I needed in January of 2010. I needed to feel pretty. I needed to feel happy. I needed something outside of myself. I needed my picture taken.
Since I’m almost always behind the camera now, I needed to find a way to be in front of it for an afternoon.
This is me. This is me doing something for me. This is me two weeks after I lost a pregnancy on New Years Day 2010 at twelve weeks.
This is me feeling pretty. This is me taking on a character and style of the 1940’s. The time of my grandmother. The time when the word lady meant something classy. The time when a lady would never leave the house without her gloves and hat. The time when a man would open a door for a lady and give up his seat on the bus. The time I wish I had lived.
Photography by Eric Lamph. Hair and styling by Robin Lamph.
These are stunning photos of you Wendy! I know the heartache of miscarriage (2 in this past year) and this is a creative and beautiful way to feel alive and pretty despite the loss…((hugs))