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My poor beleaguered husband. Imagine, for a moment, you are the spouse of a photographer. And you have no kids. Can you imagine the inordinate amount of time my husband has to spend in front of my camera because I want to “test something out”? Back in the day, this could take hours. I’ve gotten a lot faster at “testing” and he gets off a lot easier than when we were dating (but then again, we were dating) but he still ends up in front of the camera fairly often. “Oh god the light is so good here,” I might say, already reaching into the bag for the camera. He’ll sigh and give me that “yeah yeah go ahead” look. Most of my photos of him feature said look.
But every now and then I get a genuine smile. Truth is, it’s easier to make George smile than my couples – I know all his flaws and things and can exploit them mercilessly.