If I'm Not Having Fun... - Los Angeles Transformational Beauty Photographer

I know what elegance is. And I know how to be lady-like, giving off the aura of peace and quiet:

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But hey, it doesn’t stop there. At least not for me.

If life gives us all kinds of spices and seasoning, would we only take one taste, like sweet, nothing but sweet? Of course not.

So the same goes like this for me. Sometimes, you’d find me hair flipped up and feet in the air (see below). Well, that may not be what you expect out of a lady, but I can certainly make a fine (lady) art out of it. Here’s proof:

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This year, we (that’s me and my lady clients) are going to have so much fun, tasting all the spices that’s out there. The late Groucho Marx once said “If you're not having fun, you're doing something wrong.”

When you are ready to create a unique experience together, I’m here: https://www.jeanhuangphotography.com/contact.

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I Broke My Own Rule - Los Angeles Portrait Photographer

I’ve been approached by men to photograph them and politely turned them down.

I admit, not all transformations in the world end with butterflies (Think ladybugs). But I love telling stories of butterflies while transforming women. At least that’s what I thought, until I arrived in the land of extreme.

It was near the end of the yet another incredibly cold day. They say there’s a surprise for us. I’d already used up the last ounce of heat that my body was capable of generating, after spending time at the site of the ship wreck.

Maybe it’s the vast landscape, the fire, the light, or the combination of all of them, everything seemed so magical. I couldn’t believe my eyes and had to document the beauty with something that (presumably) doesn’t lie.

We spent countless hours behind ski-doos traversing the frozen terra on this trip. Not once before did it look like Kevin is going somewhere (or everywhere) distributing gifts like Santa Clause.

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Sure, Santa may be from the far north. No way this Nolan guy is Russian. I thought he’s just explaining to me that we are at the border line between two provinces/territories - on this side is Manitoba, and, over there, it’s Nunavut.

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Russian or not, Nolan sure is a natural in front of the camera. Maybe being some sort of director helps, like Director of Operations. And Kevin, standing next to Nolan, was trying his darnest to hold back the laughter that was about to burst.

As to our scout Butch, it’s mission impossible to photograph him on a ski-doo. By the time I lock focus on him, he’d already be where sky and land meet.

Lucky me, this time, I found the equalizer between he and me. With a cup of his favorite beverage on hand, he became the best model I could ask for, no transformation needed.

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When the sun finally made its disappearance, I was more than content. At that point I realized, oops, I broke my own rule!

P.S. For the sake of full disclosure, I did have some mulled wine while making these images.

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Bee Pollen is for Hive Gallery - Los Angeles Fine Art Photographer

Throughout my life, I found myself being curious most of time and asking (too) many questions sometimes.  As one (or two) wise person said, life is a never-ending learning experience.

One day, when the subject of interest turned to bee pollen that has made its way into my daily diet, I learnt that the fuzzy aircraft collect pollen of up to their body weight in the sacs of their hind legs, before carrying the pellets back to their hives.  

In this part of the nation, bees have waken up from winter and are happily buzzing around in my rosemary patch. None of my wildest imagination or my tireless questioning would have brought me to realize that ingesting bee pollen one day would lead to having my photography shown at a gallery named Hive on a fine spring day.  

Universe has its interesting way of having things lined up and I don't seem to mind it this time.

This Saturday, I will "bee" at the Hive Gallery between 8:00 and 11:00 pm.  Will you?   

Details and RSVP at https://www.facebook.com/events/1449027465121407.

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