Three ladies, three muses

Alexandra S.

Chloe C.

Lydia B.

I think photographers are a bit predatory. We're territorial as it is, whether we want to be or not. The mere fact of photographing something, especially today when an image can travel across the world faster than your paycheck can arrive in the mail, changes that location.

So it is in a predatory (in a non-sexual predatory) way that I found and picked these three ladies.

I love being inspired by a face alone, and a body and body language. I find myself scrutinizing everything about everyone I encounter, and that I got to photograph them is accomplishment enough since half of the time I want to photograph someone, I'm rather reserved and quiet about it.

But getting around these faces is fun, for lack of words. They seem so infinite in their capacity for beauty and for grace and I fantasize the feeling of photographing them in different ways before I can even see a clear image of them in my head.

The thing about muses for me, though, is the fact that I like to be beauty through them, and with them simultaneously. When someone agrees to your portrait, they agree to your art, and your expression and they give you ownership of that moment and their behavior (some more willingly than others) and for that moment of collaboration and inspiration, you do a dance with each other's minds And you're with them and understanding them, and you, and images come out and so do memories.

Sure, I can't help it but romanticize the dynamic sometimes. But, truthfully, these photographs of them bring to me a moment of engagement that I find beautiful, all on its own. My own little inside joke.