Messy is where the magic is

I have a lot of shame about my messiness. It’s constant and never-ending, fueled by two small boys that make messes ten times faster than they can clean them up, and my own disorganized, ADD-addled brain. This ugly, evil shame monster has been a lifelong “failing” of mine.

Cleaning my room as a kid meant stuffing the mess in my closet and under the bed. In college, a housemate told me I was impossible to live with because of it. It’s the source of the majority of my marital strife. But worst of all, it’s the one place I can’t seem to see past when it comes to my own self-worth. It’s just too easy to call myself a lazy slob when every time I lift my phone to do a story or try to record a reel, every single part of my house seems like proof of my failure as a mother and wife.

But there’s order to my mess in ways that only I seem to be able to see. And it develops quickly because of the joy-filled, explosively creative life my family leads. It’s proof not of my failing, but my success – at leading the life I always wanted, one full of love and joy and tears and comfort and art and fun. A life where I can be myself completely, love myself fully. Just as I am.

But it took years to get to this point (and if I’m honest, I’m still not fully there). I tried for a while to make my photography work minimalist, thinking that’s the only way my work would be considered “high-end” or “luxury”, worthy of the investment that my art requires in order to be sustainable.

But it never quite worked because I’m a 100% all-in card-carrying MAXIMALIST and I honestly love that about myself. I love that I have over a dozen hobbies. I love that I’m constantly coming up with new ideas. I love that I’m all about color and pattern mixing and texture. And I love that my friends and family all have their own versions of what makes them light up the way maximalism does for me.

So whenever I walk into a client’s beautifully lived-in home, whether everything is in its place, or there are piles on every surface and toys all over the floor, I know our session will be such a beautifully honest reflection of them.

I hope you’ll let me show you how beautiful your life is, even if it feels impossibly messy and chaotic from the inside. Because when the mess isn’t our own, that’s when the magic shining through it all becomes visible. That’s when the true beauty appears, the beauty you can only truly find within the chaos of an honest life.

Photos of me and my family courtesy of Rachel Larsen Weaver of Brakish Photography, https://www.brackishphotography.com/

Don’t let fear drive the bus

Can I tell you something? I’ve basically lived my entire life in fear…of the most ridiculous things. I’ve been scared of people thinking I’m arrogant, of people thinking I’m mediocre. Scared of doing something I care about badly. Scared of failing. Scratch that – terrified of failing.

I’ve even been scared of having my dreams come true.

Fear is a funny thing. It’s obvious why we evolved the emotion. Without fear, we’d see a lion and think, “Aww, cute kitty cat!” right before becoming lunch. And I think that kind of fear is healthy and has its place.

But here’s where fear stops working for us and starts making life miserable. Because if I’m scared of what other people think of me, I’ll never be able to discover who I actually am, and neither will anyone else. If I’m scared of doing something badly, I’ll never practice enough to be able to do it well.

If I’m worried someone I respect thinks I’m just copying them because my ideas are aligned with theirs, I lose out on being true to myself.

I grew up as one of the first millennials. Born in 1980, some would say I wasn’t technically one at all. But I still got the same message as most of my generation: You are special. You are unique. You will grow up to do extraordinary things.

No pressure, right?

I don’t fault my parents and teachers for believing in me. Their words made me feel loved and valued, something we all need. But they also laid the groundwork for my own impossibly high expectations of myself. Standards I failed to meet again and again, leaving me scared to try anything until I knew I could do it “right”.

The scariest thing of all, is I see myself falling into the same patterns, and feel helpless as my seven-year-old refuses to do anything that might result in failure. Like mother like son, I guess…

To hell with that.

So here goes. My promise to you. I’m going to fail. My house will always be cluttered in some way (every way?). My kids will make poop jokes at dinner no matter how many times I tell them not to. I’ll make jokes no one laughs at. I’ll try new photography techniques that won’t work at all. I’ll type out my musings here that might be boring. I’ll forget to post on Instagram for months at a time.

I’ll let myself try and fail a little every day. Because being willing to fall flat on my face is an essential part of my beautifully imperfect life.

Come to think of it, I’ll probably fail at being willing to fail, too. And that’s OK.

So how ’bout you? What opportunities have you been too scared to explore? Have you found ways to overcome it? I wanna know your take.

I finally figured it out!

Hey, you.

How’s it going? Did you do the MySchoolDC lottery? This is the first year since 2017 that I wasn’t hitting that refresh button every five minutes on results day. But it’s also a happy story – after years of not getting in to the school we wanted, or discovering that school wasn’t actually a great fit for Dashiell, now we’re finally at a place where everything just clicks!

Of course he’s only been at this school virtually so far, so fingers crossed it stays a good fit when he’s physically in the room…

Did you get in where you wanted? If you didn’t, I’ve been there. We literally didn’t get in ANYWHERE that first year, and it was freakin’ terrifying. Luckily, those waitlists move faster than you might think. The highest number we had was 39th and we got called off the waitlist the Friday of the first week of school. So hang in there, mama.

More than anyhthing, I remember just feeling so overwhelmed by choice. Did we want Montessori or Reggio Emilia? Language immersion or Experiential Learning? Neighborhood school or one worth a long commute? At one point, I wished someone would just tell me what I would like most and be done with it. But of course, that’s not how it works.

But hearing people talk about going through this process again got me thinking. I know exactly the kind of family photography I love, but that’s because I’ve been a photographer for over a decade. How many families out there know they want family photos, but feel like I did with all the school options? So I decided to create a way to help.

And here it is: my very own “Find Your Ideal Family Photography Style” quiz! I had so much fun making it, and I think it really will help people get started with the family photography process. It takes less than a minute or two, and (I’ve been told) is super fun to take. And hopefully anyone who takes it will find tracking down their perfect photographer a little bit (or maybe a lot!) easier.

Give it a whirl and let me know what you think! And if you like it or know someone it could help, I’d love it if you shared it far and wide. 😉

Sending love,

Alex

Before it’s too late…

B&W solum baby held by mother and father, by Alex Friendly

 

It’s a new year (well, a few weeks into one in any case), and I’m making some changes.  2020 was HARD, no two ways about it.  But it was also transformative for me. I feel like I really discovered what my purpose is with my work last year, and why what I do is so very important.  All that clarity helped me come to the decision that this year I’m going to strive to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.  To take big risks, to put myself out there and be vulnerable, to talk about the hard things that I feel unsure of talking about.  But I know if I don’t start now, I’ll regret it later.  Life and death situations have a way of giving us that clarity, don’t they?

Black & White image of dad holding baby & chucklingLike so many people this year, I lost someone unexpectedly.  A good friend who’s exuberant love of life was infectious.  And while I will miss him deeply, he was a friend I only saw a few times a year.  But I have so many friends that have lost a father, a mother, a partner.  People that were central to their lives, whose loss is forcing them to become an entirely new person.

One thing is universal though.  When we lose someone, we want to remember them.  And more often than not, we do that by looking at their photographs.

For me, I only had a few grainy selfies on my phone of my friend.  Oh, how I wish I had taken time just once to take a real portrait of him.  And when I imagine myself living through the losses my friends have had to endure, it makes me reach for my camera with an almost desperate need.

Because while capturing our families is important for the simple fact that our children keep changing so freakin’ fast, the truth is we have no way of knowing when our loved ones will be gone.  As this pandemic has taught us, someone who seems vibrant and full of life could, in spite of all precautions, catch a virus and be gone within days.  

And if that happens, think how valuable every photo of them becomes.  Imagine seeing their authentic smile on your wall every day as you make your coffee.  Imagine cuddling on your couch while slowly turning the pages of an album and having their personality shine through in every image.  Imagine losing your parent as a child, and having a photograph of them holding you close to remind you every day how much you were loved.

mother smiling in black and white

I don’t talk about this that often.  If I’m being honest, I struggle with how to talk about it. I mean, there’s no way around the fact that talking about death can feel incredibly morbid.  But I’ve realized what a disservice it is to just ignore a subject because it’s uncomfortable to talk about.  If we’re so afraid to talk about death, afraid to acknowledge that it’s a part of every single life, we’ll only get blindsided when death affects us.  And the opportunities to make the most of life while it’s here will be lost.

So here I am. Talking about the uncomfortable things now, while the ones we love are still with us.  Because once they’re gone, the opportunity to capture an image of their authentic selves will have passed along with them.  

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If you value photography in this way too, I’d love to talk about helping your family create the heirlooms you’ll cherish the rest of your lives.  Find out more about my unique and intimate approach to family photography & schedule a call here.

 

(p.s. – Everyone in this gorgeous family is FINE, so please don’t worry if you know them!  They were kind enough to allow me to use images from our session to illustrations of the kinds of images that will be absolutely priceless in this situation…)

This needs to be remembered.

This moment is unique in our lifetimes, and should be preserved.⁠

Migrant Mother by Dorothea Lange

One of my favorite photographs of all time is Dorothea Lange’s Migrant Mother. Her strength in the face of huge challenges reminds me so much of what life with kids in quarantine has been like for me. And it needs to be captured.⁠

While in-home sessions are much more my jam, the current times have forced me to push my usual boundaries. And as it turns out, I have loved working with families in their outdoor spaces. Whether it’s your porch, yard, garden, patios, or even just your front stoop, we’re capturing these moments without the risk associated with an indoor session.

Still, safety is my first priority, so I’m taking several precautions before and during each session. First, I will check my temperature before each session and ask that your family do the same. If anyone has a slight fever, we’ll reschedule. During the session, I wear a three layer mask the whole time (with one or two “peekaboos” from twenty feet away when I first get there so little ones know there’s a real, nice, funny person under there). During your session, I’ll refrain from touching anyone, just directing with my words. And I’ll always have my handy hand sanitizer spray bottle…just in case.

If you’re looking for a session and you’d like even more precautions, feel free to reach out and we can discuss how to keep everyone safe and comfortable while still creating art to remember this moment.

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Alex Friendly is a Lifestyle Family photographer in Washington, DC, specializing in fine art, authentic, timeless imagery captured on film.

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