In 2016, I totally forgot to plan a family shoot in the midst of all the traveling and holiday fun. My son got the traditional Sears pictures taken in a Santa suit, but sadly we dropped the ball on family pics.
The temperature was getting close to freezing as the sun went down and my boys froze their butts off just to make mom happy. I’m a lucky gal.
I was about two-and-a-half to three years old. We just arrived to the States from Haiti. It was our first hot summer in NYC and we lived in a basement apartment with my grandfather and great grandmother, who wasn’t the nicest woman, especially to my mom. My mom was in her early twenties, scared I’m guessing, no job, and no idea how things would turn out for us. My dad was always working so we barely saw him.
What felt like every morning, my mom would sit out back (in this concrete garden where flowers never grew) and cry. I used to pull her face into mine, dry her tears, and kiss her all the time just to stop her from crying.
Years later, things are way better, but I guess I’ve never really forgotten those moments in the garden or the tears rolling down my mom’s face. Now that I’m a mom, I constantly worry about what my son’s first memories will be of me. So, I make it a point to smile a lot and protect the space my family is in so hopefully he has better early memories than I did.
Sometimes you just need to trust that what you’re doing is dope.
Last week I got to style a photo-shoot in this really cool studio with some awesome art. I couldn’t resist taking pictures. It’s been a few days now and I find myself staring at this pic.
Yes, I stare for the cool art, but really for how the pictures make me feel. That smile on my face says it all (yes, that awkward side smirk thing is something I do when I don’t know how to pose).
That day I felt like I was doing my job well, all the looks were coming together perfectly, which made me happy, and made my client happy. Stay tuned for pics. Sometimes you just need to trust that what you’re doing is dope.