Over an afternoon beer at my neighbourhood pub, it was decided that we’d drive to Melbourne for the weekend.
We drove halfway and stayed in a perfectly shitty motel overnight, with slanted beds, and dirty bathrooms and arrived the next day around midday. Too much food, coffee, drinking and shopping guaranteed the impromptu trip to be just what was needed.
Here’s a little something I’ve been up to lately…
Ugh! They’re both such babes!
Meet the Budreikas: a bickering brood of siblings all in their 20s.
They’re all completely gorgeous, and interact in that dynamic sort of way that only siblings can.
They came up with the genius idea of gifting their parents some photographs of the four of them as a family. The aim of the shoot was to have the finished photographs look as little as humanly possible like this or this or this (despite the fact that I have been secretly dying to make a photo series themed on 80s glamour portraiture) (there’s still time).
I had been wanting to conduct a Holi inspired shoot for some time, as I’d seen some really amazing photographers do just that. And what better way to have siblings interact than to sling paint in each other’s faces?!
So, after a day of frolicking in the Barossa Valley taking some beautiful portraits with them all (which I will share in subsequent posts), we ventured into a little side-street and let loose.
My family – the people in this life who carry my heart in their hearts, as I carry theirs in mine.
Father: Robert | 53
Mother: Kathleen | 58
Sister: Michelle | 39
Nephew: Nicholas | 9
Nephew: Samuel | 7
Brother: David | 38
Sister-in-law: Samantha | 40
Nephew: Jayquin | 9
Niece: Sydnee | 3
Husband: Dana | 24
Myself: Jessica | 24
And I want to remember them all just this way. I love the children with chocolate, and pen, and dirt and just general crud on their faces; I love my sisters opening up to me and looking straight down into the lens, even if it leaves them feeling completely vulnerable; I love my parents for that glint in their eyes which makes me wonder what secrets they have to reveal; I love that my brother and I have sporadic raised eyebrows alike (it’s just that his big head makes his arguably more noticable); and I love Dana, my beloved, for always, (I mean always) putting up with my incessant requests to photograph him – knowing full well that there isn’t likely ever going to be an end to it.
I am so thankful for photographs.
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