Burning Barbie

boudior photography Portland or
I am absurdly passionate about capturing women. Photographing them I mean. I love seeing them transform before my eyes into confident, glorious, goddesses. Sounds a bit spacey, but it’s true. I love women.

It’s because I understand how it feels to be deeply insecure, to be embarrassed by myself and want a radical fresh start. I love being able to instill a little bit of confidence back into every woman who has been beat-up by the expectations of our culture. We aren’t plastic. We aren’t photoshopped Barbies, we are passionate, sensual, charismatic women who love being ourselves if given half the chance.

When I was studying with Rodney Smith, he examined my portfolio, looked up and asked:

“Why do you want a perfect world? It’s like you are trying to create make-believe…”

I didn’t know how to answer then, but I see a bit more of the picture now.   I have come to know and appreciate the brokenness in myself, and understand the world is not as it was meant to be. But when I take a portrait and capture a connection, I am reminded of the possibilities. In a portrait, I see a reflection of the original beauty. It’s refracted light–prism rainbows on the walls. 

Women are generally more insecure about their appearance than their male counterparts.   We have baggage to tote around from all sorts of life experiences. But even with our baggage and blunders we can reflect radiant light.

This is my vocation. This is my delight. To show through little prism rainbows, the beauty of the original design.

 

Uncategorized
February 14, 2013
  1. Vanessa says:

    Great post!

  2. Lydia says:

    Would you be willing to share some of your story, about recreating yourself? How did you make that (my pardon for the cliche) journey?

    • christa says:

      Well, i can’t say it was exactly “me” doing all the work, but I would be happy to share a bit of the journey 🙂 I’ll put it on my to-write list!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

A BEAUTIFUL ROMANCE AT RITZ PARIS - FRANCE

MOST STYLISH SHOES FOR THE MODERN BRIDE

auras biggest dreams for the year to come

FAVOURITES

EXPLORE READERS

CATEGORIES

BROWSE THROUGH MY

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. 

WE ARE SOULMATES

WHY we're the perfect match

Aura captured the wonders of our day. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the. 

"felt surrounded the allure
of grace every single second."

EMMA & LIZ

Aura captured the wonders of our day. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the. 

"felt surrounded the allure
of grace every single second."

MADELEINE & MAX

Aura captured the wonders of our day. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the. 

"felt surrounded the allure
of grace every single second."

CLAUDET & CARLOS

Aura captured the wonders of our day. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the. 

"felt surrounded the allure
of grace every single second."

OSCAR & ODETTE

Aura captured the wonders of our day. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the. 

"felt surrounded the allure
of grace every single second."

OSCAR & ODETTE