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Falling down | by +Krisandra

So, what happens when the words don’t come? I sit in front of my laptop and get distracted by anything and everything because I can’t come up with something interesting to say. Something that makes you ponder. Something that makes you say, “wow, yea, I get that!”

I have youtubed the Gang Related soundtrack and wound up on New Kids on the Block music videos. Listened to the Ghost World soundtrack and ended up on Christmas songs- yes, Christmas songs. I tried to convince my boyfriend we needed to go and have a nightcap somewhere… on a Sunday… at 11pm. Anything to avoid writing; anything to avoid getting personal.


The truth is… during a shoot this past weekend my whole week came into summary by way of a mud puddle. I fell down. I literally fell down. Not only did I fall down, but I did one of those movie type splits down- in mud. Luckily, my client was behind me and didn’t do the same graceful maneuver. I got up and found a stick to scrap the inch thick mud off my behind, leg and shoes and answered “YES, I am ok!”



[enter cheesy metaphor here] The truth is… the last couple weeks have been a roller coaster for me. I was laid off  (laid off?!) from my “day job” of 3 1/2 years, I took on the role as photo editor with (yay!), and it took me actually landing on my behind to realize- I AM GOING TO BE OK!

I am one of those people who worry about every little, and not so little, thing. It has always been preached to me not to quit my “day job” until it affected my photography or vise versa. So, you can imagine my worry. This is not how I planned things. It wasn’t suppose to happen like this! Or maybe, just maybe, this is the way it’s suppose to happen.


Truth is… I want to show you images, but I want to tell you stuff too. I don’t only want to talk about f stops, ISO, and other technical mumbo jumbo. I want to tell you stuff too, perhaps personal stuff. Like how I can get so caught up with everything that is happening around me (work) that I don’t see what is right in front of me (a BIG mud puddle). I warned you about the cheesy metaphor!

Atlanta Boudoir Photographer | Krisandra Evans |

The truth is… sometimes you just need to find a stick, scrape the mess off and keep going. It took me falling down to realize it’s just stuff. And guess what? I’M OK!

do SOMEthing | by +elaine

I’m just coming off an amazing weekend. life affirming. life altering. fun, exhausting, exhilarating. if any of you have been paying attention, I’ve had the privilege of photographing Girls Rock Camp Atlanta and Ladies Rock Camp Atlanta. it’s inspiring to watch and be a part of all that energy. but let me tell you, it’s nothing compared to being an actual camper.

it was hard for me to let go at first. I’d always been there as a photographer. I even packed my camera to bring with me, then deliberately took it out at the last minute. I didn’t want to observe. not as a professional, anyway. I wanted to be a part of it. IN it. without the detachment of composing images in my head and having my camera as a shield. I did that in-my-head thing anyway, but was able to just use my phone to snap some shots, just like normal people do, and let it go at that. eventually.




here we were, 24 women, mostly strangers. we met on friday afternoon, chose instruments to play (for some of us, for the very first time), formed bands, had lessons, named ourselves, wrote songs and lyrics, rehearsed, rehearsed, and rehearsed some more. somewhere in there they managed to feed us well and often, and set up time for some serious bonding and a few performances. there was a lot of laughing and crying and hugging and cheering. and rocking and badassness, of course. then finally (all too quickly, in fact), on sunday night we performed. such a simple word, performed. but it was everything. excitement and attitude and love, and this beautiful energy exchange that I swear you could actually see dancing around the room.

and now that it’s over (we rocked it, by the way), I’m able to analyze the hell out of it, hold it all up to the light and see where it fits in the puzzlebox that is my brain. people met, lessons learned, what I’m taking away from it all, and if or how it’s going to color all things that come after.

some top-line things? I learned about Preferred Gender Pronouns. that I’m perhaps too cynical and snarky than absolutely necessary, even if only in my head. that the world is filled with kind, supportive beautiful beings that will help you along if you ask it of them. that you can teach this old dog new tricks. that I still have to ability to surprise myself.

rock & roar



I was motivated to attend this camp, yes, because after all that watching, I wanted to DO. but maybe it’s also part of that mid-life panic. I don’t want to be “just” a wife and mother of three. don’t get me wrong, that’s probably THE best thing of my life. but it’s not all that I am. or not all that I want to be. I will not go gently into that good night. because frankly, time is running out. maybe not soon, but certainly there’s less of it than there was before. and I still have things I want to learn. to discover. to enjoy. I want to not be bored or boring. I want to challenge myself and be vulnerable and redefine myself. I want my sons to see all of it and learn from it as well.

so do something that scares you. something that thrills you. something you’ve never even considered. take up lessons, go to a drag show, schedule a boudoir shoot, jump out of an airplane (parachuted, please). it doesn’t have to be big. buy a vegetable you’ve never seen before, then hunt up a recipe on the internet. try something new. revisit something old. finally tell someone that thing you’ve always wanted to say.


as my father would say: “do something, even if it’s wrong.” I’m not saying that’s always the best advice, but you get the gist, right? get up off your ass. get going. do SOMEthing. I won’t promise that it won’t be mortifying or embarrassing or painful, whether physically or emotionally. you may fail. or cry. or throw up. or be rejected or laughed at. I’m not saying that any or all of those things won’t happen. I’m only saying it just might be worth every bit of it.

Boudoir is an Adventure | by +Krista

Boudoir can be a lot of things. Glamorous. Romantic. Sexy. Empowering. (And also slightly terrifying. I know.) But most of all? Boudoir is an adventure. Seriously. The idea of it is still taboo to a lot of people, which I wholeheartedly understand but fiercely disagree with… because it shouldn’t be. It’s okay to dress up and be glamorous and sexy. (And really, it’s more than okay. I think it’s required. On [at least] an almost daily basis.) But to step outside of your comfort zone in such an in-your-face, no-holds-barred kind of way is the truest definition of an adventure. So it’s really awesome that I’m also continuously surprised at the number of women who, after it comes up in conversation, have actually been dying to do a boudoir shoot too… and just never gave themselves the permission to do it. Oh, I just really want to do that too because it looks like so much fun. And the thing is, it IS fun. And beautiful and empowering and all that jazz I talk about all the time.

My latest boudoir shoot was back at the W Hotel again, which is fast becoming my favorite spot for boudoir in the city. (The stairs in the lobby make me feel like Cinderella and the best papaya martini in existence lives here. Boom. Instant love.) This time, we got started early in the morning and the sunlight streaming in through those beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows was perfection. And my lovely client, who made my day when she said she was doing this for herself more than anyone else, got to jump in and have fun, feel empowered, be sexy. IN YOUR FACE.

She did awesome. Of course. Afterwards, I asked her if she was glad she’d done the boudoir thing. Because the idea of boudoir can be scary and just a little intimidating, I always ask this question. I really want to know. Even more so than making beautiful photos that make my clients feel good damn good about themselves, it’s my goal to make sure they’re glad they did this, even (or especially) if it was a little daunting. Because if you’re going to toe the edge of an adventure, then jump in with eyes open, it better be worth it. She was SO glad she’d done it, she said. And guess what? You’d be glad too.

Atlanta. Boudoir. Photographer. Krista Turner.

{Hair and Makeup by Ansley Gwinn}

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Swanky | by +Krista

Remember my latest boudoir post, full of gorgeous models and brooding thoughts about beauty and bravery and why everyone (including you) should have a boudoir shoot of your own at least once in your life? Well. I present to you the most recent proof that I’m, indeed, totally right about this one: Ashley’s boudoir session.

Ashley’s getting married- next week! And she decided to jump in and do this shoot partly for her fiancé but mostly for her… which is, as I’ve preached a million times, something I think everyone woman deserves to do and SHOULD do- at least once in her lifetime.

I believe that boudoir is not just getting some amazing photos of yourself. Yes, we’ll get amazing photos- ones that will make you feel proud and confident and sexy and beautiful- but I also think that much of boudoir is about the experience of gaining that confidence. That smoldering sexpot confidence. That beautiful-in-your-own-skin confidence. That hey-I-look-pretty-AND-HAPPY confidence. The experience is what makes it fun.

So when I shoot a boudoir session, I want to make the experience fun for you. So we shoot someplace awesome- where you’re comfortable and most in your zone as you embrace your confidence and the lacey/ stretchy/ silky pretty things. This time, it was in a swanky suite at the W Hotel in Midtown- which was incredible. But maybe your place is a little more subdued- quiet bed-and-breakfast? Wide open field? It’s wherever you want, as long as it’s awesome. That’s my rule. And hair and makeup. Because we’re chicks and yes, sometimes we go against the grains of our inner screaming feminists and want to wear pretty lipstick. That, and there’s just something about getting to play dress-up. You feel good. Special. Like it’s an occasion. Because it is.

Maybe your occasion is in a place like the W- and that’s perfect because I can stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows all day long, happy as a [city] clam. Or maybe your occasion is, oh, in a river- like a mermaid. The thing is… your boudoir session can be whatever you want it to be. As long as you feel good about yourself, we’re good. Hotel. Field. At home in your kitchen. Or the mermaid thing. It’s anything. Whatever makes you feel beautiful. Because that’s exactly what you are.

Atlanta. Boudoir. Photographer. W Hotel. Beauty. Bravery. Awesome.

avoir du chien | by +elaine

there’s just something about boudoir that turns men, and a number of my women friends, into 8 year old boys. I can’t even tell you the number of people who volunteered to assist on this shoot. joking. kind of. I’m not sure what people envision when they hear boudoir. do they picture a hot stuffy hotel room, or a dingy warehouse in the seedy part of town? maybe something akin to the first 3 minutes of a porn flick? sorry to pull aside the curtain and show you the wizard, but… it was at a studio with great light, and a couch, and a bed. it resembled nothing so much as a communal women’s dressing room. there just happened to be cameras and lightstands. oh, and mimosas.

in the midst of all of it, as I sat as a stand-in model to help another photographer get her camera and lighting settings right, I remember wishing I had done a boudoir shoot myself. before. before 3 children. before twin skin (you don’t want to know). before 44 snuck up on me. before scars and sun and wrinkles and gravity all had their way with me. but maybe that’s the point. yes, these models were beautiful and young and lithe. but maybe the reason for boudoir is for people like me. to reconnect with that young hot thing that you were and never realized. not to look like her necessarily, but to feel like her again. or if you’ve never felt that way, then to FIND her. because she’s in there.

and that’s what I love about being on the other side of the camera. acknowledging the beauty that maybe a woman has forgotten existed. or helping her discover it. because everyone has a thing. their eyes, their knees. a freckle. an expression or a birthmark. a curve or a valley or a plane of limb or lip or expanse of skin. a laugh or an outlook. a thing makes them gorgeous. all the rest of it–the bed or couch, the lingerie, the false eyelashes and carefully casually bed-tousled hair? it’s all visual fiction. the real thing–the YOU–that’s what makes boudoir so powerful.


of course, I’m speaking figuratively here, but it takes a lot of balls to step out in front of a camera scantily clad. baring yourself, exposing your vulnerability. to get out there and bring the sexy or the sassy or the demure. the bashful, the dominant, the wanton. the off limits or the right-at-the-tips-of-your-fingers touchable. all while wrapped up in your insecurities, and little else. it’s courageous. and it’s beautiful.

I want to be witness to it, photograph it, again and again. and maybe even someday find myself brave enough to be on the other side of the camera.


3 Things About Boudoir Photography

We’re about to start offering boudoir packages for our clients! These are just a few photos from a workshop/photoshoot session we held for the Season [NINE] Interns.

None of this would be possible without the help of the following people:

Hair/Makeup – Ansley Gwinn
Hair/MakeupApryl Hughes
Set Stylist/DesignerLorigami

“Typically shot in a photographer’s studio or luxury hotel suites, it has become fashionable to create a set of sensual or sexually suggestive images of women (and occasionally men and couples) in “boudoir style”. The most common manifestation of contemporary boudoir photography is to take variations of candid and posed photographs of the subject partly clothed or in lingerie. Nudity is more often implied than explicit. Commercially the genre is often (though not exclusively) derived from a market for brides to surprise their future husbands by gifting the images on or before their wedding day. Other motivations or inspiration for boudoir photography shoots include anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine’s Day, weight loss regimes, maternity, other form of body change or alteration (such as breast augmentation or reduction) and for servicemen and women overseas.

– From Wikipedia of course!

3 Things About Boudoir Photography:

1. A lot of what you’ll find out there on the internets is bad and/or creepy – but it doesn’t have to be.

2. Often times the model/client/woman is actually wearing more clothing than they would be if they were at the beach, wearing a swimsuit.

3. Not all boudoir photography is the same. Some veer closer to a ‘pinup’ girl style, while others are more magazine editorial – and then everything in between. Some boudoir photography looks and feels posed, while others come across as more natural.

4. (this is extra!) – Whether your photographer is a guy or a woman – throughout the entire process you should feel absolutely beautiful. No matter who you are or what you look like.

Atlanta. Boudoir. Photography. Photographer. Workshop. Information. About. Boudoir. Sessions.

Boudoir | by +Krista

When I tell people that I shoot Boudoir Photography, I usually get one of two reactions: they’ve either a) never heard of such a thing, or b) only pictured boudoir as some kind of explicit, sordid Thing We Don’t Talk About. Yeah. Well. Here’s the thing: Boudoir is Awesome.

I’ll confess a secret: I actually have a lot of issues with self-esteem and body confidence. I’ve struggled with it my whole life- through middle school’s awkward years of bra fittings and changing for gym class, to high school when I battled up-and-down body image problems, to even now, as I struggle (again) to lose the baby weight and fit back into my size 6 pre-pregnancy jeans. And the worst part of not feeling good about yourself is other people and the words that hurt us most. And specifically, Mean Girls: those other people who affected you (and me) in high school and now take the form of mutual friends and fellow PTA moms. I know. I understand- more than you could probably ever know. Which is why I shoot Boudoir: simply put, it reminds you that you are, in fact, beautiful. Just the way you are.

There’s something powerful about feeling beautiful. Yes, it goes against the very foundation of feminism and the words we’ve screamed- our minds are more important. Our strength is more important. Our rights are more important than the way we look or how well we walk in heels. And that’s true- all of those things ARE more important. But the most important thing any woman, anywhere, can do for herself is to throw all her hang-ups about big thighs or boyish hips out the window and embrace feeling good. About her mind, her beliefs, her body, her flaws, everything. THE WHOLE PACKAGE. Seriously. Centuries’ worth of artistic masterpieces are hanging in museums all over the world- if Picasso and Klimt and Modigliani and Botticelli could understand that we are beautiful, why can’t we?

I had my own boudoir shoot once before- a few years (and one baby) ago. At first, I sort of just felt ridiculous. Silly. Embarassed. (After all, can’t all women still perform the 7th Grade locker room trick: taking off your bra without ever having to undress in front of anyone?) But then something shifted within me and by the end of that shoot, I OWNED that damn thing. It’s a rare thing that I love a picture of myself- 99% of the time, I cringe, make a joke to make myself feel better, and file it away in a drawer in my dresser. (Which, ironically enough, happens to be the drawer where I keep my underwear. Coincidence?) But that feeling- hair, makeup, everything in place, and I felt it all. Powerful. Sexy. Strong. Beautiful. It was awesome- the medicine that I needed to remind myself that I AM those things. And so are you.

You could do a boudoir session for your husband. Fiance. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Whoever. But really? You should do it for yourself. You’ll be so glad that you did. Trust me.

Atlanta. Boudoir. Photography. Beauty. Empowerment. Awesome.

retro | intro -spective | by +Elaine

I’ve have lots of names. lainie, e, shorty, laine brain, nain. and now I’m +elaine. and I like it.

getting an updated portfolio together had me sifting through all my intern shoots. and reviewing what I had in my portfolio before. hard to believe there was even a time in my photography life before my leahandmark internship. it’s amazing to see where I was with my skills and knowledge and experience then. and where I am now.

before, I was hired for the occasional gig, but mostly I just showed up everywhere with my camera. parties, the pool, backyard concerts, school events, playdates, parks. but now my work is filled with babies and children and couples and drag queens. product shoots of granola and books and headbands and dresses and shoes and bread and houses. people new to the country, or on stage speaking or rocking out, or getting married, or breaking boards. models crouched in trunks and strutting on runways and posing in rotted out buses and old trains. so much cooler.

I look back on my “before the internship” work and my “during” work, and now that I’m in the “after” phase, I can’t wait to see what what my portfolio will be filled with next.

with a new role as a + at comes a new blog location. no longer in the intern section, mark told +krista, +mishaun and me to (re)introduce ourselves. coming up with 200 pictures to whittle down to 20 for our portfolios, posting a blog and showcasing our work… all of this reminds me of the incredulity I felt the first night as an intern when mark told us we had to have 20 images and a blog up by that monday morning. 20 IMAGES! it seemed a ridiculous amount and there was no way I had that many images that were good enough. and just like then, once I got a grip and settled down to work, I find I have more than enough pictures I’m happy to use to fill my portfolio and to post on the blog as I introduce myself. again.

so hi, I’m + elaine, and I’m happy you’re here. now let’s get shooting.