I always get asked “What is a boudoir shoot?” Well, I wouldn’t be doing it justice by saying it makes a great gift for him. Because it can be so much more. “Boudoir” is literally defined in the dictionary as a women’s private sitting room, or as defined back in the 1700′s as “a room where a lady may retire to be alone, a pouting room”. I laugh at that old definition and how women have come a long way in society from having a place to “pout”. But some believe in order for women to be empowered, they must dress like a man, act like a man and be void of emotional vulnerability. I could not disagree any more. The female creature is wonderfully and beautifully made. We have a softer side and sensual side that defines our gender. Isn’t it more empowering to embrace ourselves, our curves or lack thereof, our scars, our build, our faces that are not symmetrical, our weaknesses… and make those our beauty and our strengths?
Having a boudoir session, can be like a place to retreat… but not to pout, rather to embrace… to celebrate who we are, how we’re made and being ok with our femininity and desirability. Having shot so many, I see how even the look in my client’s eyes are transformed after a shoot. They stand taller and float as they walk because we have just pulled out of them that inner vixen that they weren’t aware existed.
But I do want to clarify, that embracing your sensuality is not the same as using it to demean yourself… thinking that’s the only way a man would desire you. That is temporary desire and that is not what I am talking about. It’s digging deeper into your soul and pulling what you believe is true and love about yourself… because that is what shines and that is what becomes the deep rooted kind of desire that not only you will have for yourself, but will draw others to have for you as well. We are human and we long to be desired and accepted. And that is ok.
I am actually inspired from doing these shoots to want one for myself. Why not appreciate where I am now, before I get along in age and before the children come along….