While my husband is wonderful in many ways, he takes the most unflattering photographs.

So enter photographer Tamar Levine.  I met Tamar when she tutored me in Photoshop about a year ago.  She’s young, hip (but not too hip), and approachable.

I thought, if I was going to get my picture taken, I needed it be by someone who was going to make me feel comfortable.  And Tamar was just the person.  She was fun, supportive, easy to work with, and she even gave me some important tips on how to look my best in photos (“chin up, chin up”).  By the end of the shoot, I felt like such a natural.  I even wondered if I’d missed my calling as a supermodel.

Here are some of the photos she took of me at the photo shoot.  (I love saying photo shoot, by the way.)

While Tamar is best known for her fashion photography, she also loves shooting portrait and engagement photos.

Here are some of her fashion photographs…

And here are some of her gorgeous wedding and engagement photos…

She will be shooting my daughter’s next birthday, so be on the look out for that in March.

And if you live in Los Angeles and are looking for a creative, down-to-earth photographer, who takes beautiful photos, and might make you (delusionally) think you could be a supermodel, Tamar Levine is your woman.

I’ve always loved fashion, so for my Sweet 16, I called up my local Bloomingdales in Short Hills, NJ, and asked them if they would put on a private fashion show for my friends and me, and let me be one of the models.  They’d never done this before, but because I sounded eager (and maybe a bit pushy) they agreed.

So we had a buffet lunch for forty of my closest friends in the restaurant at the top of the store, and in the middle of the room, there was a big runway set up.  After we ate, my friends took their seats around the runway.   I went back stage.  The fashion show started, and as these professional teen models began strutting their stuff, I remember standing in the wings, wanting desperately to back out — what did I get myself into?!?!

But once the officious woman with the clipboard signaled for me to “go,” I had no choice.  I stepped onto the runway like a deer caught in the headlights.   But then I heard it — cheers and hollers from my friends! — and instantly, something in me changed.  I became a 5’2” supermodel wearing not very flattering gray Burmuda shorts, a cropped sweater/jacket, and socks with flats.   It wasn’t a good look.  But it didn’t matter, because I felt… great!

How do I look?

Like a supermodel

Now it’s your turn, what was your best party ever?

Cheers!

Jillian