“This should be the responsibility of photographers today: to free women, and finally everyone, from the terror of youth and perfection.” – Peter Lindberg.
I’m heavily inspired by the art, work and motto of Peter Lindberg. And the older I get the sillier the idea of fitting into some kind of standards seems.
Let me tell you something, there’s NO standard. Moreover, it simply cannot exist, because all women are completely different. Fingers, hands, elbows, shoulders, back, abdomen, chest, collarbones, hips, buttocks, knees, legs, feet – are unique in every body (I’m not even talking about faces!). For all my photography career, I have yet to see two bodies the same.
It’s ok to like something and don’t. We’re all different and like different things, looks, features, shapes, colours, you name it. But how, how is it possible to label something that has so many varieties a STANDARD of BEAUTY?
Fuck all the standards, girl! You do you. Whatever makes you feel good about yourself (and doesn’t jeopardise your health and those around you ;)).
I recently shot my first Muse project and F. was the perfect model for this. We are almost the same age and the moment I saw her, I instantly knew what a message I want to convey with this session.
I once already posted it on my FB page but I’ll repeat here:
To all the women out there who’ve been told what to wear in order to…
Who’ve been told how to behave in order to…
Who’ve been told what to say in order to…
Who’ve been harassed at workplaces.
Who’ve been living in abusive relationships.
Who’ve been sexually assaulted because of…
Hear me out. You don’t need permission to be a woman you want. Figure out who you are and where you want to be and stick to it. No one will put you down when YOU value yourself and know who you truly are. Live the life on your own terms. Chase your dreams. Be the woman who dares.
I wish I figured it out when I was younger. And I hope my daughter will figure it out before she’ll become deeply influenced by all those illusional beauty standards.
Dare to be different.
Truly yours, K.xx