Show me one. Any photo — the one on your phone, no makeup, bad light. It doesn’t matter. I just want to see who I’m talking to, and start visualising.
Come to the studio. We’ll have coffee, or three, and we’ll talk properly. Most women arrive with an idea of what they want. Glamour. Power. Something bold. And often, as we talk, something else surfaces — what she actually needs is to be seen as soft, or vulnerable, or quiet. Sometimes it’s entirely the other way. You don’t have to arrive knowing. That’s what this conversation is for. While you’re here I’ll show you the sets and the rooms. And the wardrobe — ballgowns, lingerie, all of it, all provided. You don’t need to solve what to wear. I’ll also show you what a portrait can become. Albums. Canvases. Paintings. A collection on a wall. If you’re too busy to come in, we can do all of this by phone or video. It works. It’s just nicer with coffee.
You’ll look through my work and tell me which images stop you. This isn’t browsing — it’s how I learn your taste, and how we decide what we’re making together.
I work with artists I trust. Some women want the full transformation. Others want to look like themselves on a very good day. Both are right.
The part women dread, and the part they remember. You never have to know how to pose. You’ll be told what to do with your hands, your chin, your shoulders, your eyes. That’s my job, and I’ve been doing it for twenty-six years. Your only task is to turn up.
Hours of work you don’t see. This is where the photograph becomes a painting.
We meet again, and you see yourself for the first time. I’ll guide you through choosing. And before you come, send me a snapshot of your wall — the actual wall, from your phone. I’ll show you your portrait hanging there, at the right size, in the right frame. So you’re not imagining it. You’re looking at it. Most women cry at this part. I’ve stopped apologising for that.