Two weeks ago I received an email from the woman saying her husband had passed quite suddenly. She was going to move out of the big house, and was hoping I would come photograph it, in order to make a book for herself and the children.
The portrait is the husband as a young boy, and on the desk is a photo of him as a grown man, hunting, as he loved to do.
The family thoroughly inhabited every corner of this house. In photographing it, I wanted to capture the actual life of the space, and not overly style or edit. It was a different experience, shooting a house as a home, and not a showroom. A little inspiring, even. Maybe I shouldn't style the life out of the houses all the time. We take all the real stuff out and set out flowers and food and perfectly messily placed throw blankets.
