I have to break Belgium apart. While I mean that I’ll do several posts I also mean that I could no sooner digest a new place intellectually than I could photograph everything I love about it. The last day I was in Belgium Mallory and I went out into her spectacularly green yard. Belgians use hedges. Some are tall and trim others overgrown and neglected. I couldn’t stop staring at them. Ideally the whole world would be miss and hedges. Instant backdrop, instant lush. Fertility, texture. These are Mallory’s. I could have photographed her doing everything and I nearly did.
Last month I had the joy of paying a visit to my dear friend Mallory and her family. She and her husband are ex-patriots working in Brussels and we all thought it would be a good idea if they had some photographs of their life there. I cannot stop thinking about and talking about the things I did and saw there with Mal. From the food to the light to the shutters and talks. I had a wonderful time. My camera has been such a wonderful vehicle for meeting and deepening friendships. Here Mallory walks her boxer and baby in Tervuren. More to come.
I cannot recommend this woman and her heart enough. She is a peacemaker and a fighter. She is visionary, loving, forgiving, moving. Watching her interact with her two children is inspiring. She is anxious to meet her new baby in just a few short days!
Exactly one year ago I got a call from Meikel. She wanted me to do her family portraits and I wanted to! I knew her. I knew her as the stylish, kind, athletic, foodie and photographer who married that nice guy from high school. I always admired her from a distance of proximity but you know, to write that I made my first real connection with her one year ago seems like a terrible deception. Meikel and I have become fast friends. I hesitate nothing with her. No word or frustration, joy or need. She is one of the classiest….and I mean that in a classic way. Like she drinks sparkling water and returns things the minute you’ve accidentally left them.
Here she is with her boys. The picture of calm and warmth whilst her active boys writhe and wiggle in hopes of freedom from her mother clutches. I know her faces and I know these boys.
Photographing people is a wonder. I pour over posture and light, texture and wrinkles, folds and softness. I see grace and fear and effort and nature. At the end of the long time spent choosing the best images I feel something of love or adoration for the people I photograph, their parents, spouses. I see something. I hope my photographs communicate that I see something wonderful in every face I meet. And I mean that.