Today we have a special guest blogger… my photographer/manfriend/future attorney/person who makes me laugh when he’s not disagreeing with me. He’s kind of funny and pretty handsome, so take a peek at what was ghost written for Britan!
When Britan first told me about this whole fashion-photo-website idea, I honestly thought it was
a bit silly. Pictures. Of Clothes. On the Internet. I’m not the most informed person about social media–I have no idea what or who Pinterest is, I don’t look at other people’s selfies posted on Instagram, and I deleted my Facebook account prior to law school because I found myself creeping on people rather than “social networking.” Fashion blogging, however, was created for B.
Unfortunately, photography was not created for me. Before this whole enterprise, I had more pictures on my phone of my Bengal cat than anything else (yes, that’s a real thing), and I had not used an actual camera in about ten years. Who has two thumbs and a mother that scrapbooked every year from preschool to college? This guy. I’m not a camera guy when it comes to either side of the lens. In fact, you want the best line ever to get out of a photograph? “Oh no, I’m sorry, my parole officer can’t know I’m here.” Works. Every. Time.
As it turns out, though, I’m actually rather good at taking B’s picture. Seriously. After all, you’re still reading this blog, aren’t you? And I’ve been on the other end of that camera since the beginning–usually sitting on my ass on a Sunday morning before fantasy football begins. That is some true love and dedication–I mean, I really really really enjoy fantasy football. And, for those of you keeping score at home, my phone now has a total of 426 photos–311 of them are fashion photos of B. Accordingly, I came up with the title: “Boyfriend (Jeans) of the Year.” Clever enough that she changed the original title I was allowed to work from.
All that to say–this “holiday season” (defined as the 86 days that include Christmas, B’s birthday, Valentine’s day, and our four-year anniversary), don’t forget about the photographer behind the magic. Otherwise, I’m putting a stop to all of this inter-web photo-gram book-face stuff.