In an unassuming pocket of Indooroopilly, the western suburb of Brisbane that has transformed into a hub for shoppers alike, you will find Nantucket Kitchen and Bar. Hidden beneath the canopy of tropical trees, I escaped from the searing humidity and entered the restaurant through its pristine white doors.
I was breathless. I had known the restaurant was beautiful, but this was like walking through the pages of an interior décor magazine. The symmetry was perfect against the cool hues and the occasional splash of colour. I felt like I was standing on a yacht, enjoying the wind flow through my hair leaving behind the perfume of salt water. Unfortunately, I was not visiting for pleasure, or to devour meals from their menu. I was there to work. Collaborating with the marketing team, I was to take photographs of this tranquil space.
I attempted to hold my composure, to smile and to act confident, but I was anything but fearless. My stomach was churning, my mouth was dry, and I could feel my heart flutter against my rib-cage like a hummingbird’s wings. It was my second photoshoot for the chain of restaurants, and I was feeling apprehensive.
Had I remembered all of my equipment? What if the restaurant didn’t like my work? On occasion, my mind tricked me by asking theoretical questions and offering unlikely scenarios. But it’s okay. I have learned to welcome this feeling and embrace the fear. It is, after all, a gorgeous sensation to feel alive. To feel your heart thump inside your chest and to know you care about something that much, you are afraid of it.
I mumbled to myself a quote I had heard a long time ago “What could you achieve if you weren’t afraid?”
I took a deep breath and gingerly placed my equipment in the corner. I dusted my lens and attached it to my camera. Time had stopped completely, there was only my slow shallow breath. At first, I walked around the restaurant. I observed the light, the angles, the composition, until finally I lifted the camera to my eyes and pushed the shutter button with a gentle ‘click’.