When one photographer shoots another photographer there's always a bit more intrigue. (or a court case!)
Abigail Harman is a sought-after, professional commercial photographer as well as a good friend. Abbe has an effervescent, slightly flirtatious personality under-strung with a razor-sharp business brain. So Abbe knew what I was about.
I'm always searching for something a bit different to what I've done before (hence the double macchiato to start the day). Also, I'm mindful of what my subject 'thinks' they want. But at the core of this it should be about fun.
If you're not having fun you're not doing it right!
Sometimes a subject may complain that its too hot, too cold, too windy, too prickly or too hard. My answer is simple.
You need to suffer a bit for art
Abbe didn't suffer (too much) and she certainly didn't complain.
Having your portrait taken is much like travelling abroard. There's the planning and preparation (hair, make-up, clothes); there's the journey and then;
Ah yes then!
Then there are the memories! The world would be a much bleaker place without memories.
Its human nature to forget the boring bits. However, we never fail to remember the incidents; the bus that broke down in the desert, the perfume salesman that invited himself to your room and the restaurant in Patagonia that served up garlic guinea pig!
We relive the challenges met on our journey and embellish how we developed superhuman powers to overcome them. Or maybe we just sit back and laugh about how silly we were. Nevertheless, travel traumas are marvelous fodder for after-dinner stories, the exaggerations, the delights; beautiful memories of the places and people we love.
Travel and photography walk side by side - we love the photos that capture the moment and reflect the relationship between two people,
Abbe's husband, John Harman, is a successful author, ghost writer, travel writer and tour leader. In Sept 2013 John and I join forces again for our second Turkish Delight Travel Writers' and Travel Photographers' tour to Turkey (with a Spanish option). Email Helen Newnham for more details.
Abigail Harman is a sought-after, professional commercial photographer as well as a good friend. Abbe has an effervescent, slightly flirtatious personality under-strung with a razor-sharp business brain. So Abbe knew what I was about.
I'm always searching for something a bit different to what I've done before (hence the double macchiato to start the day). Also, I'm mindful of what my subject 'thinks' they want. But at the core of this it should be about fun.If you're not having fun you're not doing it right!
Sometimes a subject may complain that its too hot, too cold, too windy, too prickly or too hard. My answer is simple.
You need to suffer a bit for art
Abbe didn't suffer (too much) and she certainly didn't complain.
Having your portrait taken is much like travelling abroard. There's the planning and preparation (hair, make-up, clothes); there's the journey and then;
Ah yes then!
Then there are the memories! The world would be a much bleaker place without memories.
Its human nature to forget the boring bits. However, we never fail to remember the incidents; the bus that broke down in the desert, the perfume salesman that invited himself to your room and the restaurant in Patagonia that served up garlic guinea pig!
We relive the challenges met on our journey and embellish how we developed superhuman powers to overcome them. Or maybe we just sit back and laugh about how silly we were. Nevertheless, travel traumas are marvelous fodder for after-dinner stories, the exaggerations, the delights; beautiful memories of the places and people we love.
Travel and photography walk side by side - we love the photos that capture the moment and reflect the relationship between two people,
Abbe's husband, John Harman, is a successful author, ghost writer, travel writer and tour leader. In Sept 2013 John and I join forces again for our second Turkish Delight Travel Writers' and Travel Photographers' tour to Turkey (with a Spanish option). Email Helen Newnham for more details.
