In the studio with superbabe @christinasharp_
Hello world, this is Sophie.
This week’s itinerary: editing photoshoots in bed, waddling around with no clothes on, sweating a lot, eating Tums, dilating, maybe having a baby??? 😳 #39weeks
SF! I’m rarely in the city anymore other than for photoshoots, but I’ll be at @figandthistle tonight pouring vermouth with @alysian.co from 5-730pm. Come say hi and touch my belly! (📸 throwback to shooting with @basberkhout for Like Knows Like on my rooftop in San Francisco, March 2014)
Shit’s getting real. Six weeks to goooooo 🥔 (📸: @lbm)
Hard at work yesterday for Color (📸: @bsterling) #preggyphotolife
Bye sweet baby Raphael, my best friend of ten years. You were with me through the many phases of my 20's—first as a struggling cocktail waitress in North Carolina, then a disgruntled tech employee in New York City, and eventually a commercial photographer in San Francisco. You've been by my side through countless jobs, friendships, relationships, and studio apartments. You watched me grow up. You entered my life when I was just a kid, and you spent your last months sleeping on my pregnant belly. You disappeared six weeks ago while on one of your daily vision quests, and while I hope you will show up and surprise us sometime soon, I think you either became coyote food or went to put yourself to rest. I'm glad that after a decade sharing studio apartments with me, your last year on earth was spent roaming the outdoors of Sonoma County, happier than you've ever been. I'll never forget you, little dude. You were a special one, and I and so many others will miss you.
Hey! I'm launching a company today. It's called @dagmarstudios. It's many years in the making, and I'm excited to share it with you. Learn more about it at www.dagmarstudios.com or the Medium link in my profile. (+ thanks to @jessicahische for making the logotype of my dreams)
New work for @mortonsalt! Thanks @codeandtheory + dream crew @bsterling @triciaturnermakeupandhair @marcvirata @therealellenwilliams @debdapwardrobestylistsanfran + more ❤️❤️❤️
Fun fact: did you know that Celsius and Fahrenheit intersect at -40 degrees, and I am currently only 4 degrees away from experiencing it??? Thank you Canada for showing me what a -36 F wind chill feels like. Thank you @shopify for two amazing days of photo making with the best team. Thank you industrial furnaces for keeping my hotel rooms warm. Thank you sky for being clear so that I can hopefully fly back to California today. ❄️
Babies in Canada
We met on okcupid in the fall of 2012. Quickly after I joined, I saw a 96% match with a beard and broad shoulders, posing with a Bernese mountain dog. His profile sounded alarmingly similar to me, from career down to preferences in rap and Chinese mom-and-pop restaurants. My first thought was “this person is me… but a dude.” So I messaged him. It read: “Hi - I just joined this thing and I don’t really know what I’m doing on here, but I saw your profile and it seems like we are the same person and we should be friends.” Our 1st date was beers at a dive bar, which turned into dinner at a mom-and-pop Chinese spot, which turned into drinking 40’s and watching rap videos on our phones in the park. By the end of the date, we shook hands and made a deal—no matter what happens, we were sure we’d know each other for the rest of our lives. Just before our 2nd date, I found out I landed a job in NY. I broke the news, but said if he still wanted to have a drink, I’d be down. That date lasted four days, and we ended up spending most of that last month together. It was totally natural and easy, and we were inseparable. But alas, I left town, and we ended up going our separate ways. It didn’t really occur to us to try to make it work—we barely knew each other, I was still getting over a breakup, and he was a bachelor who was in no rush to settle down. So we decided to be friends. And for years, friends we were. We were there for each other through girlfriends/boyfriends, medical emergencies, career changes. Sometimes it was weird, but mostly it was great. I figured we’d just be good friends forever. But last fall, Woody got word I was single and insisted on getting dinner ASAP. He was acting really weird—it sort of felt like he was asking me on a date. After a couple of these weird friend-dinners, I asked what his intentions were. He nervously explained that he’d been thinking about us for a long time, and that he wanted me to be his life partner. I said we should probably go on a real date. Soon after, I moved in. And today, we got married on the mountain next to our house, with just our dogs and our grandparents, who got married the same day 57 years ago.