When you start shooting your kids’ stuffed animals like you shoot your kids, things take a weird turn. Pushed him a little more towards the light. Nestled Owl Blankie into the crook of his arm. Converted his portrait with your favorite B&W techniques.
You probably need a job.
Then you realize this and it makes you feel a little sad and pathetic, but you start to justify it.
Wait! Wait a minute. Becks loves Wolfie. He treats him like his baby. Wolfie deserves the same kind of documentation. So treat him with respect. Don’t crop him wonky. Prop him up to make his chins disappear. Point him towards the good light. Make him look as glorious as he is.
I have no issues photography my kids cherished objects. None. I wrote an entire post on Coop’s Train Blankie (I will start to cry if I read it). I get it. I have two kids that have had strong attachments (I hate the word ‘lovey’) to blankets and now stuff animals (Spidey isn’t a stuffed animal. He’s Becks’ fav).
But to pose them? To take them out of their normal slump? The slump given to them by a loving kid!? To dodge their eyes in LR?! I don’t pose people. I won’t start posing stuffed animals.
I won’t listen to my justification. Cherished or not. That’s sick. But this blog needs photos. And while I was shooting a story popped up. I could have gone the easy route. I could have posted these and sold you a sappy story about childhood love and the power of a good toy. Trust me, I could have written a post about Wolfie that would have made you cry. I probably would have cried writing it. I can believe my own bullshit. You would have told me about your babies’ stuffed animals. We could have bonded. Imagined the days beyond stuffing and faux fur. Words purely written to induce tears on a day I wasn’t feeling nostalgia. But that would have been manufactured Truth. No one wants that. Right?
Instead this is the story of a woman who needs to get a grip on reality.
And a job.
He is glorious though isn’t he?
And his “birth” story is really inspiring…
Someday, I’ll share that one.
Until then, My Friends.