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(part ll) my senior year, a friend of mine asked me if i would be interested in taking her senior pictures. at that point, the only people i had in my arsenal were my siblings - whom i would bribe to let me practice on them. for every ‘human’ photo i had taken, there were five cat pictures, three parked car pictures and fifteen bug pictures. i was definitely scared to take the offer, but i had a flash of confidence - so i said yes. and, just as fast as my response, i had booked my first portrait session. well let’s just keep this simple, after that shoot - i traded nat geo and time magazine for vogue and vanity fair. from that day forward, i couldn’t get enough people in front of my camera. i booked seniors, weddings, couples, babies and families. i honestly didn’t know what i was doing for any of these new sessions - but i acted like i did. in truth, i surprised myself by the end of that year. how the hell did i let people pay me for things that i had never done before? if only they knew how nervous i was when they handed me their checks. if only they knew that i watched hours of youtube to learn how to edit one picture. if only they knew how hard my sweaty hands would grip my camera to keep it from falling. organizing families, getting the ‘first kiss’ and keeping couples from feeling awkward was a long way from taking pictures of salt and pepper shakers. but i looked forward to every minute - and my dream job had quickly shifted from kayaking with national geographic to shooting celebrity portraits for vanity fair.