Shooting and editing make my heart so incredibly happy.
A few from some recent photo shoots.
Bell Bottoms. Sideburns. Afros. Abba. Hippies. M*A*S*H. Stretch Armstrong and ….
Ugly couches … but the good kind of ugly. Now it may be debatable whether or not there even is a good kind of ugly … but I believe, oh I believe.
I have a thing for old-ugly-retro couches and furniture. I LOVE the sleek straight lines …
Yes, yes I know, they make modern couches that have a nice clean silhouette now but honestly I can’t fork out the moo-lah they are asking for those pretty little things.
Trust me, a beautiful modern grey couch is on my wish list … but this will have to quench my modern-straight-couch thirst for now ….
1972 was a good year.
Poor Mitchell doesn’t quite see my vision.
“The couch looks and smells like something from a baby diaper”
The color … yes, can’t argue with that … the smell? … a “vintage aroma” would be more accurate
I love it.
Mitchell is funny. More than just funny … the funny-ist eva’.
I, on the other hand, have hair comparable to my homeboy, JB (justin beiber). I never knew my hair would leave such an impression. I’m pretty sure I will forever be known as the crazy aunt who cut her hair like a boy … ON PURPOSE. That crraaazzzy Aunt Erin.
You win some. You lose some.
A while back I did a little photo shoot with our gorgeous doe- eyed-avid-reader-niece Alyssa …
Mitchell and I celebrated back in May, being together for 2 years … 730 days … 17,520 hours … 1,051,200 minutes. Best 1,051,200 minutes of my life.
We decided to celebrate Hotel Monaco style.
I married a model.
Just sleeping there for one night gave me a slight case of “bed envy” …the sheets,like butta’ … the comforter, so marshmallow-like … I seriously felt like the Queen of England. Maybe when Mitchell rules the world and I’m making booukobucks being a photography rockstar, we will have butter sheets and a marshmallow comforter. Fingers crossed.
Cheers to us. Bring on eternity.