By Elizabeth Breiner on April 7, 2015
Hazel and Rudy
Clemmie and Imogen
After giving birth to her second child, while still reveling in the pride-laden afterglow, editorial photographer Jenny Lewis began to wonder why the only representations she had seen of this post-natal period in a woman’s life were images of corseted and flat-bellied women in magazines or heartwarming Hallmark card references, all either idealized or completely cheesy. Why was no one documenting those first transcendent moments of motherhood, when “the rug of life is just being ripped out from underneath you and suddenly you’re just like a god, a Greek god, a statue”? Childbirth wasn’t something to just get through and quickly cover up; that incomparable confrontation with one’s own creative powers, that profound redefinition of self in relation to a new other those were things worth celebrating. And so