Picture this: Standard Spanish holiday resort on the Costa-Del-Something, 1995. I’m Seven and really excited about the ice cream stall I’ve noticed at the other end of the pool. I’m talking jumping up and down, excited, like I’ve never seen ice cream before. There’s no chance I’m getting one as it’s just before lunch, but my mum takes the opportunity to get the camera out to get some snaps of me in my ice cream induced frenzy. I’m not getting any ice cream still, so, by the time the camera is out, my frenzy is more like a tantrum– I was, at that point, an only child- loathe to waste the film, my mum takes the photo anyway. And that was it. With no natural photographers in my family, outside of holidays, one of the only pictures of me around that age is me, jumping in the air, a look of abject misery on my face and an ice cream stall behind me, from which I will never have ice cream, (I’ve been back since. Not there.)
No need to feel sorry for me- I’ve done plenty of that myself- but I hope you can see how I now value the importance of good childhood photos. Okay, so the risk of these happening isn’t quite as big now, with digital cameras encouraging hundreds of snaps at every event, but childhood drama is still looming, always.
A great way round this is to get some professional childhood photos. Not the traditional portrait stuff, but a contemporary set of photos, done by someone who knows how to capture the personality and interests of the child in a really interesting way. This lessens the chance of any on-scene drama, and having a printed photograph is a healthy contrast to all the photos condemned to social media, never to leave the PC.
Added to a nice frame, these photos can be a permanent focal point for any living or dining room that can fit into the current or prospective new colour scheme of your home. Think about the colours in the photo and how they will fit into your room, as well as the style of frame, if you want to take the unity of your home to the next level.
Luckily, the less desirable photos of me were shoved in a leather bound album somewhere in the loft and, eventually, my mum came round to getting some professional photographs of us. We went for a family photoshoot in Liverpool, almost immediately after telling her of my plans to get a tattoo, so it may have taken some prompting, but I got a tearless photo of me in the end and my mum has evidence of me without ‘doodles on my skin’.
Photo Credit: Venture Photography
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