Kids & Color
After I left Los Angeles, I moved to France for a year. To detox my ego from all the self importance and detox my body from all the smog and pot. I had a wonderful year in France which was made better by becoming pregnant. The only issue was that I didn't know shit about being a parent, other than I didn't want to do what my parents did. I didn't ever planning on becoming a mama actually. I didn't think I had it in me to take care of anyone...heck I could hardly take care of myself.
So I did what I usually did...went to learn from the best. I moved back to my home town of San Luis Obispo, where the air is clean and my car would be in the parking lot when I was done with my grocery shopping. I took every parenting and child development class that the junior college had to offer.
I raised the kid BY THE BOOK. My teachers and professors were amazing. I learned to love kids because I learned about being a kid. It was amazing. I could barely wait for the next day of my child's development.
My camera always in tow...because I didn't want to forget one little day of his life.
My philosophy stayed as authentic as in Los Angeles, but with a Maria Montessori twist, "Follow the Child." Let the child be themselves, nurture their sweet authentic selves just as I did in L.A. with the entertainment folks. I would go to their environment to minimize distraction and get on their level. With kids, I don't direct or coach like I do with the adults.
I quietly enter into their space and allow them the space to unfold at their own pace. Then we run, and eat flowers and get crazy. It's all about fun.