Teen Headshots Photographer

May 1, 2013

Teen photographer with Art of headshots.

Teen Headshdshot

Teen Headshdshot

Photographing people of all ages and experience awards me the experience of capturing people according to their stages in life.  Photographing teens in particular requires a greater deal of sensitivity in my approach as a photographer.  While photographing people that are my age, I am considerably more direct.

Will never forget a teen who had been saving for months to have enough money for her headshots, she came to see me a day prior to her audition.

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Headshot photographers in Vancouver.  She nailed it, being a teenager she had the look and determination that only a youth contain.  Being a photographer it is an honor and a pleasure to capture people of any age, background and stage of life.

She nailed her audition and gave me one of my favorite portraits of all times.  I gave her a discount.

A teenager has the curiosity of a child and the strength of an adult with all possibilities ahead of them.  Social life is more important than food or air.

Emotions are heightened and life is eternal, a teenager is critical and astute.

Lately teens have been complaining about cyber bullying and some have found it so painful that decided to end their life’s as an outcome to being shamed with images, and bullying.  As a teen headshots photographer my dedication is to capture the best in teens.  In doing so they leave my session with a sense of accomplishment and immortality.


I wrote this poem because I feel like no one knows my pain. I write poetry to get away from my life in general and to express emotions to myself.. cause I can’t share them any where else.

Crimson Blood And Poison Tears

© Jessica

Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.

Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.

I don’t need you anymore…
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.

Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.

Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull…

…Now just a memory that’s faded and dull.

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