I am often asked how long I’ve been a photographer. I think it’s true for most artists………we really can’t remember a time when we weren’t creating. It’s who we are! I shot this image of my little brothers when I was 14 years old. I was 9 when my first brother was born, and that is what probably sparked my interest in photography. I just loved to dress him up as a girl (the poor kid), apply blue eyeshadow to those big brown eyes, and shoot as many rolls of film as I was allowed. By the time he was 5 years old, he began to protest playing “dress up”, and my youngest brother followed suit. So………I was forced to agree to make them “tough guys”! I spiked their hair, colored in their eyebrows and “mustaches” with eyeliner, drew tattoos on their arms, and grabbed my camera! The result……….my favorite image of my baby bros! I’m actually thinking of recreating this shot with my son…….hmmm….do they still make tube socks with stripes?
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[...] I’ve been asked a lot lately how I got started in photography. It’s been a passion of mine since early childhood when I began photographing my two younger brothers. My earliest projects involved dressing them up…….usually in my clothing, or from whatever I could get my hands on from my 3 sisters. The boys didn’t stand a chance. Yes, their baby books are filled with images of them in skirts and blue eyeshadow. Despite the fact that they refused to dress as girls past the age of five………I love them dearly for enduring these early sessions which helped to reinforce my love of photography. We still laugh about it to this very day. The following image was shot with film when I was fifteen. The original plan was for the little one to be “the biker chick”………..but he put up a fight during the make up application and insisted on being a “biker dude” like his older brother. They were so cute posing like tough guys. You can see my original post here. [...]
OMG… that is so hilarious! This artist thing is definitely in your blood girl! So glad they didn’t beat you up for the dress up times!
Kim