boudoir shoot
I sat for a boudoir shoot today. I met the photographer and his partner at a dog park about seven years ago, when Dany was still a puppy. They work out of a studio in town, where they helped host a memorial for Leo after he passed. The man who shot me today left his job to join the business during COVID, specializing in boudoir, and in mid-July, two days after putting in my notice, I reached out to book an appointment. At the time it felt like a spontaneous decision spurred on by an advert they'd posted, but in the two months since I've grown increasingly bound to it as the spirit of this transitory period breathed determinism into it. Given how much of my focus has been on recording the present, I felt afforded an opportunity to capture an aspect of everyday life that I may have otherwise continued to take for granted. So I've shaved and sunbathed and groomed this week for the sake of shaving, sunbathing, and grooming, and now additionally for the sake of honoring the moment.
The woman who did my hair and makeup mentioned that she, too, left her day job last year in pursuit of passion work and that soon after she also scheduled her own boudoir session. I ordered three sets of prints and a photo album from mine. I'm planning on mounting the larger of the prints in my dressing room, which until now has only been jokingly referred to as "the boudoir" but will thence truly earn the title. The others I think will go in the bedroom, and the album will go on display on the shelves I just happened to have set aside for such things. I'd like to better prepare those spaces, so I have some work to do over the next eight weeks beyond waiting.