Ugh. What to say about this family?
Georgia and Errol are best friends to my husband Dana and I, and we also have the honour of being godparents to their three children.
I met Georgia when I was seventeen years old. And in that almost decade we have shared more cookie dough, mi goreng, boytroubles™, matching outfits, and period emergencies than I would like to admit.
I have so much love for this family.
You know the kind? The kind of friends you know you’ll grow old with.
I almost imploded-and-self-destructed-in-ten-seconds at the mere idea of making photographs of them – let alone writing something about them now.
Because I know that nothing I could ever write would ever be deserving of them.
I feel the same way about these photographs. They’re good, and I love them, and I have printed some to be lovingly displayed in my own home, but no photograph I could ever make of any member of this family would ever be deserving.
And that’s the worst and best thing about photography. When I photograph people that I love, I can’t ever get them *right*. I can never get them just the way I see them in my heart.
But some of these photos come pretty close: An open-hearted, intricate and stupidly loving family that is so full of life. (And a delightful life at that. You can see theirs documented here.)
Here they are: Georgia, Errol, Priya, Theo and baby Florin. And I’ll have you know that we spent days hand making those damn emoji faces.
And we just couldn’t help ourselves with this one. Thanks to Errol for taking it!
Ps. For reference: