Photography Tips: Everything You Need to Look For When Finding a Blog Photographer

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Let’s take a walk down memory lane…

Fashion blogging might seem pretty narcissistic to anyone that isn’t themselves a blogger or someone that likes to read blogs. I get it – if I go onto my Instagram, it’s 80% full of photos of me posing on some fancy road or outside some fancy house that I don’t own, meanwhile, I could be writing a post over here about something pretty serious but you best believe I’ll plaster in a few irrelevant photos of myself into the post also. However, can’t you say the same for magazines? At the end of the day, it’s all imagery, if anything – it’s supplementary to your blog. I mean, would you rather read a huge block of text or have it split up by some nice photos which come along with some shoppable links and style inspiration (for all the fashion lovers)?! I’d vote for the latter. These days, fashion imagery (imagery in general) has become a huge part of blogging, and with the industry become more and more saturated, the days of low quality, grainy photos taken stood behind our bedroom doors don’t quite cut it anymore.

I thought I’d share a bit about my own journey, and some tips for what you need to look for when hiring a blog photographer…

Feb 28 2018 at 6:16 pm   ·   Advice


Why I Don’t Miss School: My Honest Secondary School Experience

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There was one time in secondary school that my shoe somehow fell off and one of the boys in my year started trying to kick it away. Bearing in mind the fact that I grew up with two brothers – I responded in a way that felt natural – I pushed the guy away (I would generally push people (back) in my early school days until people started calling me “muscle man Kemi” and I sussed that maybe I should stop and say “ow” like all the other girls). I slipped my shoe back on and kept walking – and whilst I walked, he pushed me into a window. From that point onward, every time he saw me he’d try to push me into the whatever was the nearest object or wall (I was always on alert), and he’d generally just try to get to me (along with many other girls in the school) by calling me childish names. It got so bad that one day a group of us banded together and wrote letters to the teachers explaining why we thought he deserved to be expelled, and although we all chickened out when it came to actually submitting this, the day eventually came where he was expelled and we didn’t see him again.

Feb 24 2018 at 8:49 pm   ·   Lifestyle