It's been quite a while since the last time I took and outfit shot.
Actually, as you can see, my hair was pretty red at the time and now I'm back to my blonde roots again. But considering there's no photo to really prove it, I could be pink and no one would know. Or care, really.
And I like it that way.
My intention for today wasn't to talk about all the reasons why I stopped being a personal style blogger because most of you guys already know I spent a lot of time writing about it at the time when all those big decisions were happening. But there's one little thing that's kinda been bothering me lately and I simply had to share it.
You see, the fact is, ever since I stopped blogging about style, I stopped taking photos of myself.
I am by no means an egomaniac but a few days ago, while I was taking pictures of Mario and Frida I realised I had no recent photos of myself.
I have absolutely no idea what I looked like at New Year's Eve, while shooting portraits of other people in the studio, or on my bloody birthday. I have LOADS of photos of everything and everyone else, work and non-work related, but ZERO photos of myself.
I must admit that's a pretty devastating fact.
A professional photographer who has no photos of herself.
And that's not all - I don't even have more than ten photos of me and Mario and we've been together for almost five years.
There are some theories that say that we love documenting our surroundings and our lives because we're trying to freeze in time a certain moment that's already past tense the second you press the shutter. That's where life meets art. We're aware of our mortality and time which flies by so quickly and it's only normal that we love to keep as much memories as we can - from what we looked like, who we hanged with and where we went. Or what we wore, obviously.
I have always been a bit obsessive about documenting things.
For example, I've been keeping a diary pretty much since I learned how to write, which was a century ago, and I still haven't stopped. I don't write as much as I used to (to be honest, mostly I do it when I feel shitty) but I love my diaries so much, even though most of them are a pretty embarassing thing to read.
Blogging about style was in a way keeping a track of who I was, what I looked like at certain points in my life and I liked it because I love clothes and it was a fun way of documenting so many other things. Whether I like to admit it or not (obviously, NOT) I have to say that I enjoyed dressing up more when it was in a way part of this blog.
I'm not announcing the return of style posts but the sole purpose of this post was to tell you guys - don't forget to create memories.
Don't forget to snap a photo or yourself with your loved ones.
Don't become like me - too obsessed with lightning conditions, perfect backdrops, great hair and make up days...because one day you'll wake up and realise that even though all those things are extremely important for professional work, they mean pretty much nothing for your private lives.
Not every photo needs to be magazine worthy because most of the time life goes by so fast that you don't get the chance to set up the entire studio for one lovely selfie of you, your boyfriend and your dog.
And above all, print photos, please.
Every now and then make a selection of some of your favourite photos and have them developed. It doesn't cost that much and it's such a beautiful thing to have. Let us not create only folders on our laptops, make real albums. Those things are priceless.