Photo taken at Pelham Parkway, The Bronx, NYC
I love hair. I really love long hair on women. With my subject here, we were having a casual photo shoot. I see her a lot and come up with a ton of different things to try out because she’s very comfortable with herself and comfortable with me. It was actually her idea to meet that day seeing how she felt the need to have her photo taken, and, I’m always in the mood to take artsy photos.
I particularly like the texture of her hair, the streak of blond in brown shows a surge of blending energies. The way her hair sits on the grass gives the feel as though it’s dancing, existing in a time and space where no control is necessary. Loosing the sense of self in the void of everything and shining bright in the face of existence. This photo to me symbolizes the thirst for freedom we all strive for on a daily bases.
Photo Taken in Southampton, England
I don’t know about you, but I tend to think when I see a beautiful woman that she’s utterly perfect in every way, only to later be disappointed that something about her personality isn’t as “perfect” as I imagined. I first noticed this at age 24 when living in Germany, after chasing a woman down for six months because I thought she was the one for me. At times in life, after we’ve jumped head first into things, we hit rough patches and think “This isn’t what I want anymore,” when in fact, certain things are needed to be learned first.
I always think if I know enough of what I don’t want in a partner then I will get even closer to what I do what. This then would give me better focus on the kinds of people that show up in my life, in other words, it would give birth to the right woman appearing in my reality. At the same time I used to look at “beautiful woman” and try to tuck what I didn’t like about them under the metaphorical rug we have that’ covers a ton of dirt.
Upon wondering —this irresistible thought of beautiful women being perfect— I concluded it must come from our lovely news, movies, music and fashion viewpoints. If you watch carefully, you would notice that in the media nearly all the women presented have a distinct “beautiful” look to them, which over years of constant exposure become ingrained into the subconscious. The billboard to the frail mind “only beautiful women are acceptable!” A slap in the face for becoming brainwashed, this way of manipulation, and to then, with great distress, try to reverse the process of 15 to 20 years of programming, it’s the equivalent of parting the Red Sea. How would I think if I saw women for who they truly are instead of based on their physical appearance?
After learning so much about myself, and reverting some of the old mental programming, I can see much deeper into people than I could in the past. Just by watching how a person speaks or how they move their hands when conveying an idea shows a intense impression of beauty. The elegance in natural behaviors and mannerisms is so captivating that a camera cannot fully capture it —yet it can almost be tasted. I will have to thank the old patterns of thinking for it has helped me reach this new pinnacle of vision.