If you write a blog
or read a blog
or just generally have an understanding of what a blog is,
then you're probably aware of the importance of blog photography.
If it's fashion blogs you frequent, then you're even more acutely aware of the importance of blog backdrops.
In my mind, there are several different kinds of bloggers....
There are the Vogue-esque bloggers - one of which I'll notably never be.
They have photographer boyfriends, or fiancees, or wealthy socialite friends, and often find themselves in unbelievably (literally) photogenic situations.
They also tend to coincidentally be looking casually (and very obnoxiously) gorgeous.
Then there are the city street bloggers. They hire street style photographers to work with them part-time. They co-opt fellow fashion blogger friends in favor of furthering their photographic presentation. They probably live in New York and they probably went to FIT.
You may also be familiar with the white background bloggers - an example of which I myself provide for you today.
The main reason for this temporary diversion from my around-town scenery stems from negative seventy-billion degree temperatures and just an overall degree of laziness unrivaled by any I've yet met. In fact, the abnormal backdrop served as the impetus for this post. Upon uploading said photos, I suffered a momentary identity crisis in which I realized the persona exemplified via these photos differed strongly from that which I've exhibited this far.
Do you even know who I am?!?
Are you blinded by the white?
Anyhoot. . . . . .
Let's finish with a BANG:
We conclude with my favorite backdrop blogger:
the irreverent, living-room photography blogger.
But don't be fooled -
I'm not talking about the famous, wealthy, faux-citizen bloggers who moonlight as ordinary folk but in truth harbor the budget for much classier shoots.
I'm talking about the truly, fantastically, respectably grassroots guys - my favorite.
They coerce their little sisters or moms or trusty tri-pod to photograph them in their natural element.
And I love it.
There's nothing more relatable than a gal and her sofa.
Except maybe a gal who checks out her deriere.
|dress: H&M, jeans: Gap, Shoes: J. Renee, Belly Button: Yours Truly|
Happy New Year, y'all.
Make it good.
PS: get ready for some more of this white, folks. Temperatures in old Wisco are a-droppin', and as much as I love fashion-with-a-lowercase-f, hypothermia is a sacrifice I'm not (currently) willing to make.
Photos by Matthew Engelhart