In grad school I knew her as Cyndi. She was the super-smart, beautiful one that that knew exactly how to have intelligent conversations with our Art History professors about the (mostly-incomprehensible-to-me) writings of Foucault, Heidegger, Derrida and other post-modernist philosophers. For two years we were in nearly all of the same classes. We hung out together in the TA lab in a cramped little corner of the HFAC, attempting to help freshman and sophomores understand the difference between Impressionism and Post-Impressionism, or assist in their preparation of essays on how social/economic/political factors influenced art of the early 20th century/Renaissance, etc. In our final year, during the same semester we both taught our own sections of Intro to Art History classes to undergraduate students. I’m pretty sure we both finished and defended our master’s thesis the same week in April. We graduated. Moved states. Became friends on facebook. I became a photographer. Cyndi became an author. Nearly ten years passed. Last year Cyndi emailed me with a request to do some headshots to include in her books and website. I couldn’t have been more excited to see her again, in our new lives. It was so good to see you again Cyndi. :)
FYI: For more on Cynthia St. Aubin, visit her website or Amazon author page.
Angie, it was such a pleasure doing this photo shoot with you! Also, it’s been so fun reliving a little slice of the grad school days, even if I can no longer remember a word Derrida wrote (I think I blocked it out). Thanks for such an amazing shoot and for the great memories!
I’d seen one of these shots previously, but am just stunned by all of them in their entirety! Wonderful, amazing photography and your subject, my wife (as of one year next month), never ceases to completely rearrange my thought process on how ridiculously lucky I am to have had her come into my life.
Cheers,
-Ted