I find these pages bombastic and cringe worthy or at the very least plain old weird. Just so we’re all clear – you know it’s me talking about me in the 3rd person, right? I can image my 9th grade teacher clicking her red pen into first gear, my psychiatrist would be finding an extra hour in her diary and my mum…..well my mum, bless, she would have showed everyone in her local Woolworths already. Hi Mum.
Maybe I should write a limerick? Truth be told, as a poet I make a fantastic photographer. I can’t seem to get past the first obvious rhyming word for my name…
“There once was a girl named Michelle, she had an unfortunate smell..”
Am I winning your business yet? Insert smiley, winking emoji here.
Argh! Ok, I can do this. Click, click - let’s give it a go…
Michelle (...who smells) has been a bloody good photographer for 12 or so years. Actually, she has probably only been a bloody good photographer for 10 years. The first few she was just good. She loves food. Who doesn’t? She particularly loves shooting food, eating food, cooking food, growing food and writing about food.
She’s also a material girl, who loves interiors and lifestyle photography. She is a little bit fancy and is always on the lookout for a good throw rug or sofa to star in her next shoot. She is fond of a good reason to do an outdoor lifestyle shoot or a great moody chef portrait so basically there is nothing she won’t tackle.
Choosing a photographer can be laden with pressure and politics so Michelle is a breath of fresh air in a sometimes stressful industry. She is very approachable (you may be able to tell that from the rambling above), she’ll buy you a great cup of coffee and help you nanna out all the details of your next project.
Michelle is a skilled photographer with a lot of creativity. She couldn’t however, stand the idea of posing for one of those too cool for school self portraits so instead, please enjoy this happy snap her 10 year old son took of her and her crazy dog gypsy. (apple doesn’t fall far, eh?)
So what do you say? Should you give her a call just for shits and giggles? (sorry about the swearing here mum)