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For more information on Fair UseShe's originally from England, she now lives in America, and with her intimate, dreamy portraits she delights audiences the world over. She's our very own Girlabroad. I had a chance to ask her a few burning questions about how she found herself expatriated, what her children are really like, and, oh yeah, that husband of hers. (You female Utatans know who I'm talking about.)
Nikon D70s using available light.
Oh knickers. Wait, that's two words and you said one. Personal?
Only one? *sulks for a bit*
Well, there are many Utatans who I count among my contacts, and they know who they are and they know I think they rock. But the utata front page recently grabbed me by the ears and made me take a good look at Dustin and I'm jolly well happy about it, because that's one impressive stream. I'm a new fan and will be sending off for my "Dustin's all that and a bag of chips" t-shirt soon. Sorry, that was more than one word or a phrase, wasn't it? Such a rebel, I am.
It's gotter be the otter.
I'm a souvenir. No joke. My husband spent his junior year of college in the UK. Six weeks before returning to the States, he saw me and decided to take me back with him. He was rather yummy so I didn't argue. I'm shallow that way. But that was 14 years ago, so he has substance as well as animal magnetism, baby.
Do I like it? Yes, I do, though I have trouble sometimes with the way things are run and I have to bite my tongue lest I offend. I miss England (London in particular) like a missing limb. I try not to focus on it, but it's like a hole... a bit like grief. But I can go home whenever I want to visit and we're saving up for a second home in London. I know, all sympathy for me has now gone down the toilet. Am spoiled.
I really thought about this one and I am surprised to say that I don't think so. Photographically, what interests me here is the same as what interests me at home: people and their relationships -- both with other people and with the space they inhabit.
I drug them. No seriously - they are not cooperative at all if I ask them to pose for me. I am often told no and I do respect that and put the camera away. But if they're in the zone and playing away, I can grab those moments, which is what I do. And if I'm doing self-portraits or something silly, they often want to join in, which can lead to some fun shots. Like the time when we all jumped off chairs.
I'm not sure everyone would agree with my version of abstract. A teacher recently asked me to take a portrait, but stipulated that the photo could not contain a person or any body part. I love taking portraits that catch part of the person, not necessarily a whole face or even a half face. My favourite example would be one that I took of my daughter's hand, which really captures her personality.
I told my husband I'd been asked that question and he replied, "It's okay, honey... I don't mind. I know you love me."
(My husband's hotter)
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