I am habitually unimpressed with photos others have taken of me, as anyone else, seeing the flaws before I see the plain loveliness present. Everyone is lovely, but it is often beyond one's own vision, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and the beholder is far too critical.
There is an exception to every rule.
Amy McMullen is an exception. As a gift to the founders of urbanMamas, Amy and a lovely makeup artist, Sarah Bloch, met us at souk for a glamoramama photo shoot. I expected it to be silly and a little self-indulgent. But instead I found it to be wonderfully peaceful, luxurious, I felt as if we were floating above ourselves, watching glamourous people do languid, lovely things.
The photos did not disappoint. Amy's tagline is "intuitive portraiture," and indeed, she captured who we are, all the wrinkles and goofiness and flaws -- but the photos showed a gift for seeing others as truly beautiful. She captured that light in our eyes that told the honest tale of what's inside. My photos are happy-sparkly-melancholy, and I can't stop looking at them. It is the height of self-absorption, and this post is my birthday gift to myself on a day on which self-absorption is not much allowed. Amy, thank you, thank you.
Photos in this post and in my about me page are, naturally, copyright Amy McMullen.