Why I Don’t Photograph My Students In Yoga Class (Do People Actually Do That?)


In this post, I talk about a type of photograph some yoga teachers take at the end of their class.  I acknowledge some people have real problems: children to feed and school, debts, exorbitant rents, long commutes, bad health.   However, my rumination about the topic won out.  I feel it’s time we talked about our values as yoga teachers in relation to how we use social media to promote our classes. 

“The Kicker” (c. 1870)

I hate to be a kicker,

I always long for peace,

But the wheel that squeaks the loudest,

Is the one that gets the grease.

Henry Wheeler Shaw

As a relatively new yoga teacher, putting yourself out there is a necessary part of getting yourself a class and reminding your students where you will be and what you will be teaching.   Many Yoga teachers I’ve met, with an established following, don’t need to have a social media account.    When we are starting off, it doesn’t cut the mustard to post infrequently with text only.  We need images.  An effective way to communicate your success as a Yoga teacher is in the savasana pic. 
I’m beginning to question the grasping nature of image procurement.  At what cost do we need the images?   Surely if we got the gig and we gave our heart and soul to the teaching (as we do because Yoga teaching is a special type of teaching), we have nothing more to prove.  Do we have to excessively remind people that we were there when we said we were there?  Do we have to demonstrate how relaxed our students were by taking our attention off task, pull out our camera and take the savasana pic?  Are we more prone to taking a photograph when the room is packed compared to our 7am class in which just three people arrive?  It seems a consistent marketing practice is winning out over a priority to keep our attention on the final resting pose.

“Pointy stone meets chisel”.  Korean proverb.

Each one of us carries a powerful tool in our pockets.  If you walk outside your front door you are fair game.   With a photograph we have the power to bully, abuse, lie, unflatter, steal privacy and possibly damage old paintings with flash photography.  Politicians need to make sure they are always smiling.  Public places such as museums demonstrate their right to ban photography.  Photography is banned in life drawing classes.  Pope Francis doesn’t want priests or congregations to take photographs in churches anymore.   School management do not permit students to take photographs of teachers.   Pre-school, primary and second level teachers are warned against putting up photographs of students on social media for child protection reasons.  Whether we take photographs or not usually boils down to the norms of an organisation you are in or your peer group.   As a community of yoga teachers, I propose we need to question the customs and practice of taking photographs in our yoga classes. 
I observe countless examples of the savasana pic on Instagram these days.  I’ll put my hands up in the air here and tell you, that I too made it my absolute business to make sure I got an image of my students in savasana after I taught my first ever class.  I wasn’t thinking.  I just thought this was something you do.  And I did it again at the end of my first ever workshop.  But then it felt wrong.  I woke up.  I decided there were other ways to promote.  I wouldn’t like it if someone photographed me with drool coming down one side of my mouth, even if you couldn’t see it, even if I was unrecognisable. 

From crisis to sanctuary

You might think I’m being precious but let me give you the context; I had a crisis.  Incorporating yoga into my life provided me first with a oasis and second with a solid foundation to newly find myself.  I didn’t need to sup the nectar of melting ice under the Himalaya’s with a punishing guru who made me get up at 4am, starving, to meditate for two hours before an unfulfilling vegan brunch and share woes of broken marriages and childlessness with strangers on a hard wood floor (but India is on the cards and I can’t wait for it).  No, it was under the guidance of an experienced and technophobic teacher in Dun Laoghaire that I found a place where I could let go, sob into my pigeon, wring out my anger, and to be honest, simply find out where my heart was and listen to it for a change.   Yoga gave me an alternative way to work out my shit in a safe environment. 
The studio became my sanctuary.  My teacher, unbeknownst to herself – became my guide.  I adored her steadiness, her focus and ability to infuse a sense of humour into the class.  I loved how she didn’t try to come across as a perfect person, but stayed perfect to me because she was focused on her job. She kept her students in tune with their breath.  She gently encouraged them out of their comfort zones.  Her praise and patience was like that of a mother teaching her child how to walk.   My biggest revelation during this time was learning how to relax.  Had she taken her phone out to photograph the class, the spell would have been broken.  My opinion of her would have plummeted.  If she were to have snapped us (no pun intended), I would have realised that she was not respecting us.  She would have been stealing something from me.  And that is not yoga.  Further to that, had she put up my image without my consent on social media, I would have had to express my profound disappointment. 

Are you genuinely offering a choice or are you manipulating the circumstance so it is difficult for them to stand out from the crowd and say no? 

“Hey guys.  Welcome to this supersonic yoga workshop.  Do you mind if we take a few photographs at the end of class?  No?”  Looks around.  “Okay, well we’ll begin in child’s pose….”. At the risk of being a fun sponge, I am guessing some students out there are afraid to say no when asked.  As a general rule, if a few people say, ‘Hey, yeah, no problem, sure thing’, it is difficult for one person who feels uncomfortable to go against the grain, to have everyone turn their heads around, looking at them in amusement and surprise.  Nobody wants to be a source of amusement at the beginning of a yoga class, especially if they have been brought to that space to sort out a problem in a quiet and reflective environment. I’m also guessing many teachers don’t even bother to ask their students.  If you take a photograph in a museum and are asked to leave, you have broken the rules.  No hard feelings.  Are you genuinely offering a choice or are you manipulating the circumstance so it is difficult for them to stand out from the crowd and say no?  How much time do you give them to reconsider?  What’s the follow up if they don’t sign your waiver?  Would you refuse them onto your program? 

Let’s summarise the type of  responses people might have when looking at a Savasana picture;

1.              THE LOOKING FOR YOURSELF OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW RESPONSE:   I can’t identify one person in that shot, their faces are all blurred and they’re covered in blankets.  


2.              THE STUDIO INSPECTION RESPONSE:  Bodies on the floor.   Nice studio.  It looks relaxing.  


3.              THE FOMO RESPONSE: Wow! Packed out class. 


4.              THE GENDER/AGE ANALYSIS RESPONSE: All men.  Mostly women. A young crowd.  Aging people.


5.              THE BODY ANALYSIS RESPONSE:  Overweight.  Too skinny.  Splayed open.  Creases under the arms.  Nostril hair.  


6.              THE YOGA UNINITIATED/INCREDULOUS RESPONSE:  Pack of weirdos.   They look like dead bodies on the floor.


7.             THE EMPATHY RESPONSE:  Tired people.  Sweaty people.  Fragile people. 


8.              THE FASHION RESPONSE:  A GAA sweater.  So many Lululemon leggings.   Rough looking feet.  Nice manicure.  


9.              THE PHOTOGRAPHY RESPONSE:  Nice low camera angle. 


10.          THE ‘WHERE-IS-THE-TEACHER’ RESPONSE:  I hope the teacher remembered to turn off the shutter sound.


Bullet dodging and paralysis 

In an overcrowded web, some are more skilled then others in the art of seeking attention for our product/service.  For mental health reasons alone, we learn how a laptop lid is a precarious door for some to open.  Murky waters include compulsively checking status updates, increased rates of depression, the sadness of equating likes with self-esteem, envy when we compare our lives to the edited lives of others.  All the while we dodge the bullet of being mentally hijacked by our search history. 
We are in paralysis but we are beginning to question the sense of it all.  As yoga teachers we frequently promote the benefits of fresh air and a restrained use of technology, with all the mental health benefits both have to offer. But I don’t think we’ve thought hard enough about this.  While there can be innocence behind yoga teachers taking photographs of their students in class and in savasana, I think the time has come for us to discuss the presence of our phones in class at all, for reasons other then our playlists.  It’s not black or white.  It’s not right or wrong.  It’s simply questionable – at least that is where my reflection has led me.  

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Refashioning: Is It Worth It?

This blog is helping me to make sense of why I sometimes follow through on an idea that won’t work:
the sheer curiosity of writing a song/making a dress/a human experiment that in all probability and reason won’t work out at all:  the allure of the unusual; and the possibility of finding a rare pearl.

Returning to the blog’s recyling spirit, I’m going to discuss why I made a top with a slash down the middle when I knew deep down that I wouldn’t wear it.  Ever.

It started with a challenge.  I asked my tutor at the Grafton Academy of Fashion Design to randomly pick out a design that I could practice pattern drafting from scratch with.  Not being content leaving it at a pattern, I decided to make it up as well.

Being just an experiment, I decided to cut up an old dress.  I knew I wouldn’t have enough fabric for the skirt section but that was okay because the main challenge was in the bodice.  This is the old dress I cut up.

When you are working with an old fabric, often you must negotiate around stains, small snags and tears.  You must be flexible in your design goals in case some of the fabric is unworkable or you must patch sections of fabric together.  You might have to allow more time then working from a ‘fresh’ piece of cloth.  You will feel virtuous but time poor.  You will learn a lot.

This is the final item:  a t-shirt with a slash down the middle of the bodice.  The seams had to be all reinforced with bias tape and there was much hand stitching that is not visible from the out side.  This added in hours of extra work.  It took me a total of 3 hours drafting, 10 hours machine sewing and 3 hours hand finishing.  16 hours labour!

In fact, I got a slip and a top out of the dress.  Learning and experience 10/10.  Quality of finished item 7 1/2 /10.  Wearability (unless on a beach) 3/10.


Scotch Eggs Video

You’re A Good Cook But You Can’t Boil An Egg

I’m going to share a video I made while I was working in a previous school.  I organized the TY students to have an unseen recipe cooking competition, with the teachers.  Despite my best efforts to print out the recipe, talk them through it, provide a video I made especially and have them working in teams,  the teachers lost the competition because of two following things:  (a)  they didn’t read the recipe and (b) none of them could actually boil an egg.  Since some of them were quite proficient cooks in other areas, everybody was surprised.   The students on the other hand, had a more zen outlook.  They knew they knew nothing and therefore excelled.

A Video On How To Make Scotch Eggs

While the video meets the wordless and soundless food video brief, it is very difficult to cook and photograph at the same time!

Scotch Eggs

If you would like a variation, try substituting some chopped chorizo or black pudding for the sausage meat.  For vegetarians, try using a falafel mixture instead of sausage meat.  Play around with different herbs and flavoring ingredients.  These would be fun to make with kids but under no circumstances let them near a deep fat fryer!

Ingredients (makes 5)

6 eggs
380g sausage meat
120g breadcrumbs
A minimum of 1 pint vegetable oil
Zest of a lemon
1 tablespoon each of fresh parsley and thyme
1 teaspoon French mustard
2 scallions, finely chopped.
1 cup of plain flour
Salt and pepper


1.  Immerse 5 of the eggs into cold water with 1 tablespoon vinegar to prevent cracking.  When the eggs come to the boil, leave to simmer for 7 minutes.
2.  Cool cooked hard boiled eggs under cold water and carefully remove the shells.
3.  In 3 separate bowls, place a cup of flour, a beaten egg and the breadcrumbs.
4.  In another large bowl, place the sausage meat, the lemon zest, the herbs, chopped scallions and season with salt and pepper.   Wearing plastic gloves, combine the mixture with your hands.
5.  Place the oil into the deep fat fryer and heat to 170 degrees celsius.  Do not over fill the fryer.  Remember you will need to rotate the scotch eggs if they are not fully immersed in oil.
6.  Divide the sausage mixture into 5 rounds.  Place a piece onto a board covered with another piece of cling film.  Place a second piece of cling film on top of the meat.  Flatten gently with the palm of your hand.
7.  Remove the top layer of cling film and place a boiled egg without the shell on top of the meat.
8.  Cut the meat around the egg using the bottom layer of cling film to scoop the mixture up.  Close the meat around the egg remembering to keep the oval shape of the egg.
9.  Dust your hands lightly with flour and prepare to work fast in the coating stage.
10.  Dip the meat coated egg into the flour, followed by the beaten egg and lastly followed by the breadcrumbs.
11.  Place the eggs into the deep fat fryer and fry until golden brown.  Take safety precautions not to burn your hands as you remove each egg.
12.  Place the cooked eggs carefully on kitchen paper to mop up excessive oil.
13.  Enjoy hot or cold.

Gluten Free Chocolate Orange and Ginger Cake

At the Electric Picnic, I saw David and Stephen Flynn (from The Happy Pear in Greystones with book of same name) in The Theatre Of Food. It was crammed with punters to rival any of the music venues going on at the same time. 

I absolutely adore the Happy Pear cookbook.  I love the brother’s positivity and how they have embraced and road tested all types of vegetarianism, diving fully into the movement, evaluating it and coming up with their own philosophy.  But what is needed now are more voiceless and soundless video ‘vlogs’.  You will find a few on my Under Fresher You Tube Channel. This one is gluten free and goes a long way in a crowd.  So to start, here is your shopping list, watch the video and away you go (or not).   


Ingredients for Chocolate Orange and Ginger Cake

2 medium/large oranges
5 eggs
180g ground almonds
200g granulated sugar
80g cocoa powder
1 teaspoon baking powder (note in video it says two. This is wrong!)
½ teaspoon bread soda
2 level teaspoons ground ginger
1 tablespoon grated ginger

Special equipment

Parchment paper
Blender or food processor.