I’m thrilled to announce that I am looking for people to model for a styled vintage inspired photo shoot on the 29th September. You will be made to look the part by Dolly’s Makeover parties, loaned clothes by Bournemouth Vintage Emporium, Le Maitre Design, Stephanie Frances Bridal and Fab Frocks, be able to borrow accessories and…
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When I started photography I was told that photographers are incredibly secretive and they will never EVER support another photographer in their area. I’m so glad to say that was RUBBISH, I’ve been so lucky to regularly speak to amazing talented photographers from all corners of the world, each with their own individual style. There…
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I grew up outside of Brighton and Pride was something I adore. To me growing up, it wasn’t just about the equality and acceptance of the LGBT community. To me, Pride is about love. The freedom to love each other regardless of race, gender, orientation or religious background. The freedom to love yourself for…
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So this week’s blog is about the charity Surfers Against Sewage. Now, I have no official affiliation with this lot, but I used to surf (confession, haven’t surfed in ages) and it is pretty gross when you are out on your board and you see *gulp* stuff float by you. Since Lotus Photography is not just…
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If you live on my side of Bournemouth, you know there is only on place to go for night of music. So I ventured off with my camera to Chaplin’s & The Cellar Bar and was lucky enough to catch Jonny Phillips. So there on the hottest day of the year so far, with my camera…
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I always hear people (not just the women) say that they are not (tall/pretty/fit/clever) enough to be photographed, so here is my message to you: I am 5ft4, I am not too short. I am a natural blonde, this does not mean I’m an idiot. I have curves, this does not mean I’m a blob.…
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Yep! I remember my first charity event. I was 6 and I organised (well my mum did, I just had a clipboard) a village jumble sale to raise money for the Blue Peter charity drive that year. I can still remember the smell of old clothes piled high in the dusty hall. I cried for…
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