About fifteen people occupied the studio, all talking amongst each other or watching Korin work. She stood before the camera radiating confidence and grace. For the third time this year she was shooting an editorial, the current one being for Essence. A magazine dedicated specifically for black women.
She grew up with Essence magazines neatly decorating her home's coffee table. Her mom had a monthly subscription and always raved about the quality of the magazine's content. Because of her mother, it was the first magazine she saw a woman that looked like her on the cover. She remembered it vividly – supermodel Alek Wek was the selection of the month. She was the woman that walked so Adut Akech could run. Sudanese women who proudly wore their dark skin, short haircuts and full lips.
Years later, Korin was being featured in the same magazine. It wasn't the cover but she was still just as honored to be thought of by the company. They were known for acknowledging black women who were making strides in the industry. In her eyes, she was doing something right and they wanted to let the world know about her and her brand.
"Can I get a quarter profile?" she slightly moved her head, earning a praise. "Perfect. Now hold it for me."
The photographer made a quick adjustment on his camera then held it back up to his eye. He snapped the shot twice and like the natural she was, she changed her pose to one just as flawless. One thing photographers always complimented her on was the fact she wasn't afraid to try a pose. She never kept it simple. She would try whatever and it allowed her to find what worked for her, and gave the photographer various shots to choose from.