The story actually starts back in 1993.<\/p>\n
I was standing at a hill top near to the barracks where I was a military police sergeant. Looking across the fields and up at the blue evening sky, I had only one thing in my mind: “I’m the youngest MP here, and I made it this far. There must be more out there…”<\/p>\n
Coming from a home full of love, but also full of “You can’t do that”, I had a hard time finding out what I wanted in life, but I always felt “lucky”. If I wanted something, I knew I would get it. I wished to race go-carts at the age of 10, and one year later I was racing. I wished to be a photographer, 6 months later a local photographer took me under his wing and I was started with what now has become my income.<\/p>\n
3 years ago I started my own studio after 4 years of studying and almost 3 years of employment at a studio. I was on a roll, first month we made more money than any month I had worked at the other studios. But with that came something bad, I lost focus and started to think more about taking time off than to develop what I loved so much, doing business. After 1 year it started going slower and slower with money, clients left, the new ones thought I was arrogant and way too expensive. <\/p>\n
Then I started reading books, loads of books. I was searching for what I knew I used to believe in, and maybe find someone who had this certain belief that anything you want, really really want, can be yours.<\/p>\n
After a while it started coming back, slowly, but it was coming. It never reached the heights as before though, and I did not know why.<\/p>\n
I started a studio in London and used the money I had left for new equipment and a rent of 2500Pounds each month. It was an extra expense I never thought I could have. Being in London was the best I ever did, full of the kind of people I could talk business ideas with and share my views.
\nBut still… it was not back.<\/p>\n
Then just before Christmas, my head employee told me he had bought a book for me and he wanted to give it to me, even though it was not Christmas.
\nIt is the short version to say NOW IT’S BACK…
\nI found the Secret I had inside myself for all these years, but forgot how to use.<\/p>\n
2 days after reading the first 50 pages I was writing a client an invoice for a one day shoot. I looked at it and said to myself, “How much do you really want to be paid for this job?” And then I added 1400Pounds extra. The client paid and was actually super happy.<\/p>\n
And it goes on:
\n-I had 6 unpaid checks and yesterday the first two came in the mail
\n-A friend booked an extra suite at the most expensive hotel in Copenhagen and gave it to us for Christmas
\n-An agent contacted me and wants a meeting
\n-2 new fashion clients contacted me and we start shooting this month
\n-5 new magazines contacted me and we are planning shoots
\n-December we had a turnover 40% above average.<\/p>\n
I’m back to being the happy successful boy I was.
\nA girlfriend used to call me “The rainmaker” because she was sure that if I really wanted it, I could make it rain. But I don’t like rain, so I prefer to be “The sun maker”…<\/p>\n
And by the way, my wife-to-be says thank you too.<\/p>\n
All the best wishes to all of you.
\nAnders<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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