DAY 056 // I am my own worst critic. On good days, I tentatively transfer edits and pray I won't receive a barrage of hate mail in return. On bad days, the anxiety is paralysing.
You're going to have to trust me when I say I am not fishing for compliments here. I feel very grateful that I don’t suffer with complex neuroses surrounding appearance or weight, but my professional and creative insecurities easily compensate. Current concerns include honestly believing my work lacks style, sincerity and substance.
And what's weird is that the more work I make, the more I seem to feel this way.
I keep a secret folder where I store images that I'm proud of having made. It's a small collection right now, but each image importantly reminds me why I continue to endure the torture of "being creative". __________________________________________________________
This is one of those images. It's just a small story, but I've always liked it. A group of young female home schooled students I met a few years ago spent their sports lessons at @houseofvansldn where they fearlessly joined the crowd (almost entirely made up of older boys) on the half pipe each week. I can't say this about much of my work, but I like the choices I made here - I like the light and the framing and composition. And the girl in the photo, who kindly let me take her picture, continues to inspire me every time I come back to her. #fearless - 12 days ago