Kristen Thorne
When I was a child, I was fascinated by my father's camera, a Minolta something or other in a khaki canvas bag that seemed to follow us wherever we'd go. Its strap was woven with bright threads on a dark field, creating crisscrossing prismatic shapes, and to me it was the coolest... and most curious... object I had ever seen. We'd wait forever for the roll of film to be finished, then another age for the pictures to be developed. When I'd finally have a look at the shiny rectangles (of course being super careful of smudges) my mind would flood with memories or imagine the story of each image. Those stories bloomed behind my eyes, and the roots of the tales burrowed deep into my heart.
I became obsessed with photographs. I would regularly root around in my grandparent’s basement or brave the (most definitely haunted) attic of my childhood home hunting for pictures. I’d haul my treasures of the day before the adults and ask them to tell me the story of each and every one. This went on, quite literally, for years. Eventually I was gifted a camera of my own when I was around 10 years old - a Kodak 110 - the rectangle kind with the strange little cartridge - and I burned through more film than we could afford. I took that thing everywhere with me. And I mean everywhere.
My favorite pictures? The ones of people. People in all states of being, in all sorts of places. People laughing. Dancing. Hugging. Singing. Resting. Contemplating. And sometimes even crying. Raw, Real, Radiant Life. The prismatic brightness of being human.
Decades later, armed with my own magic memory machine, I’ve become the story teller. Or rather, the story keeper. I've captured the stories of hundreds of lives over the years, in moments big and small, and these stories continue to live on in my heart.
My tales are light, bright, joyful celebrations of being, even in the softest, most tenderest of moments. With camera in hand, I’m present and paying attention. The not so subtle glance at your partner while the kids are making mischief? Yup, I’ve got that. The look in your parent’s eyes when they see you moments before your major, life-altering rite of passage? Snapped that too. The quiet peace of your new family, cuddled up and cozy as you love on each other? I see you.
My approach honors the sweetness of being… of being human together… and I'm here for all of it. I'll laugh with you, I'll cry with you, I'll dance with you & most importantly, I'll keep your story safe. I'll return it to you with care, so you can tell your stories for years to come.