Getting to photograph this Whistler family was so much fun. I literally had to peel myself away because I could have photographed these kids for hours. I love documenting kids in their own “habitat”, their own routine. There is something so genuine about following them around and capturing their natural behaviors; after all these tend to be the memories we remember. Memories like the way dad tickled, or the way mom use to rub your tummy to fall asleep. These memories connect us with our childhood, or at least I believe they do.
I have this photo of my brother and I sitting on one of my grandparents recliners when I was only a few months old. It is still one of my favourite photos of us, all squished and awkward together, side by side. This photo is pinned to my inspiration board above my desk and I look at it almost every day. There is something very powerful about the camera and the memories it shares. When I was photographing Anouk and Etienne on the vintage velvet chair I was thinking about Dustin and I way back when and how potentially the photos I was creating were maybe going to be something very memorable for them as siblings some day.
(Dustin and Me circa 1986)
Family photography has it’s challenges at times, but it’s organic nature helps me produce some of my most favourite work. All the tiny fingers and toes, giggles and curiosity, I’m so grateful to be apart of these stories. If only I could see in time when these kids turn into adults and revert back to these photographs. Who knows, maybe someday I will get to connect again and photograph their kids when I’m old and grey.
I hope so.