To me boudoir isn’t really a gender thing, it’s a human being thing. We are all just trying our hardest on this here planet to ‘Nolite te bastardes carborundorum’ and all that jazz and it’s so easy to forget who we are when the whole world is telling you who you should be.
I don’t really care what your gender is or your sexual identity is or your ethnicity is. I don’t care what you weigh or if you’ve got a face full of acne (still have that myself) or if you’ve had a double mastectomy. Those are just things about your body, and while they may seem important to you when you’re crying on the kitchen floor about it after a bottle of wine at 1AM (wait, that’s just me?!) they don’t REAAALLLLYYY matter. And you know this. Deep down buried under all that crap you tell yourself every day, all those little ways you cut yourself down, DEEP DOWN YOU KNOW YOUR CELLULITE DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER.
And it might seem counter-intuitive for someone like me, someone who technically profits from taking everyday people and ‘glowing them up’, to tell you that beauty doesn’t matter. That the outer you doesn’t matter. That the images of you don’t matter.
But here’s the thing peeps: those images really do matter. But not in the way that you might think. I know this because people tell me that their photo shoot has changed them. It’s made them see just how beautiful they really are and blah blah blah. What they are really saying through all the fluff that they don’t know how to articulate other than “EEEEEE I love these photos” is that they now know SELF WORTH. They know their POWER. They have seen a piece of themselves captured and given back to them that they can look to when THE BASTARDS ARE JUST GRINDING THEM DOWN.
That’s why my images matter. And everyone deserves that.
This is Jon. He’s a stellar human. He’s also very tall and I feel like a dang munchkin next to him, but that’s beside the point. He bared his soul for me and now you get to see the results. He’s powerful and sensual and vulnerable and god-damn beautiful! Just like you.