Vancouver Portrait Photography // Svetlana in White Rock

My mom has always been one of my biggest cheerleaders. She has also always been down to be my model while I try new photo techniques. That is obviously because she is a smart woman who knows that she will end up with a bunch of awesome new photos of herself. 

For this shoot, I wanted to play with my different reflectors, so after I came to visit her in White Rock, we went to a nearby park, and set ourselves up. It was a bright sunny day, and I was able to get some different effects from the light and the reflector. 

However, my mom is not one to accept a passive modelling role, and insisted on photographing me as well. Thus, today’s blog post is a collaboration between my mom and I. You may be able to guess the photos taken by her because I am in them. 

Interestingly enough, I recently saw a baby photo of myself, it’s black and white and kind of blurry in a dreamy way, and I am laying in my bed. I went to ask my dad who he thought took it, because back in 92 it was obviously a whole process to take and print non studio photos. And to my surprise, my dad told me that maybe it was him who took it, because he was into photography as a young man! This totally blew my mind. I have been taking photos on anything I could for as long as I can remember, and somehow I didn’t know that this was my dad’s hobby as well. He told me about the darkroom he set up in his bathroom, and all the processes you had to complete to develop your photos. I really want to try this myself one day, just to understand photography in another way. 

This conversation was a good reminder that just because I know them as parents, doesn’t mean I necessarily know them as people, and it might take extra effort on my part to find out these things about them. I guess part of this realization comes from coming to an age where my friends are starting to have kids, and knowing that one day, trivial things about their lives could be important and formative to their offspring. So, next time I see my parents, I will ask them: “What is one thing I still don’t know about you?”