No one likes to air their dirty laundry, even if it's well curated laundry.
I'm going to come out and say it. My husband never volunteers to take an outfit photo. Sometimes I have to talk him into it. Sometimes we'll have a fight over it. And sometimes we'll have fun, but it has never, ever been one of those things like, “Oh my god, I LOVE taking photos of you!”
Over the years I've talked with other bloggers about this. Granted, no one wants to go on the record and say either they hate taking photos of their girlfriends (think of the wrath!) and/or no one wants to talk publicly about the fights they have with their partners over taking those picture perfect photos.
Yesterday, Styleite came out with an uncomfortably funny “Open Letter” from a “fashion blogger boyfriend.” He quit. He quit being the photographer. Not quitting the relationship, just quit taking pictures for her blog.
Yesterday, when I was painting a mural of your favorite moments in your home office, I thought about my tenure at “Self-Reflection and Mini-Muffins.” I rejoiced with you, when your readership spiked to astronomical numbers. I waved sparklers and drank pink champagne when we found you were going to design your own collection applying all your previous fashion design experience (none). When you woke me up to see the pictures of you modeling for that brand, I acted like it was the coming of Christ. When your tips on how to flat iron your hair went viral, I posed as eight different people online clamoring for more. When you cut your hair, even I shed a tear, like all your commenters wrote they did. I understood when you would tweet to your mini, mini muffins when we were in a loving embrace.
I don't know, maybe this guy exists. Every time I saw Colin Sokol and Rumi Neely (when they were still together) Colin genuinely seemed supportive of Rumi and excited about taking photos for Fashion Toast. In April of this year, he told The Cut:
“That’s what you do,” [Sokol] says. “You support each other. I never looked at it as any part mine. It was her brainchild, and I helped her build it and create a career. I thought we’d be together forever. Without the blog, maybe we would have been. Who’s to say? Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part.”
And yet, a vast majority of boyfriends probably don't fall into that category. Bryan Yambao, summed it up pretty frankly in the same article:
“You’ll see these poor men during Fashion Week,” says Bryan Yambao of the blog Bryanboy. “It’s sad to see them tailing the girls. It’s always the girls towering in sky-high heels and the little guy with the two camera bags taking her picture in the street. They’re like little puppies following the girls’ every whim.”
Anyway… I know my husband would never follow me around with a camera. We sometimes fight about where to draw the line between blog and real life. And maybe, that's a good thing.