Buckinghamshire | The Parry Household | The Kitchen
For me the camera is merely a tool. And although it is important for me to understand how it works, it will always just be pieces of plastic and other stuff that allows me to capture what I see. It’s easy to look through the camera and see what’s beyond when you are my side of the lens…not so much when you are the other side.
I am not trying to be invisible in the way the paparazzi would be, I want to be present and interact and collaborate with what I see. But I want the camera to be invisible…….I want people to look beyond the camera in the same way I do.
Kids are great at this..brilliant in fact. They look at me not the camera..they carry on regardless. That is until a grown up realises a camera is pointing in their general direction and they swoop to pull out the dummy, straighten their hair, wipe their face or worse still cry out “say cheese for the nice man”. Then it’s too late…the moment is gone.
I want to offer family shoots because I know I can capture kids…being well, kids. But I am worried that the sheer volume of studio shoots on offer to families has changed the perception of family photography. Parents dressed up smart..but casual. Kids in their sunday best/woolly hat/wicker basket. Everybody crouched into a white space attempting to have fun purely because the camera I want people to ignore is on a tripod in front of them.
Don’t get me wrong, the studio shoot done well is great but it just aint real enough for me. I want mum with a muslin draped over her shoulder, Dad getting his beard pulled and the kids running riot, eating crayons/haribo/dad’s nose, dribbling, laughing, farting, scraping their knees at the local park… before crashing out in front of Cbeebies. A real sort of day, with real people in their real environment. Normality, captured.
I am still undecided, but if I do decide to start offering what I am likely to label “just another day family shoots” I will be putting together a package and would hope to have more details later in the year..so watch this space.
For now here’s my daughter hanging out in the kitchen wearing bright orange tights, bright red cheeks and a dribbly face whilst her mum sterilises the bottles and tops up Rufus’ dog bowl. This happens every day in our house. Normality, captured.