This picture is one of my all time favourites. It is showing one of the rare moments in the interaction between model and photographer that I try to capture in my shootings.
Like a memory
She moved like a memory — half real, half already gone.
In the stillness of the room, only the blur remained.
Shards do not lie
Shards do not lie —
they fracture truth into something more profound.
She stands above the ruins,
not broken, but multiplied —
a reflection of power,
of myth,
of bare defiance wrapped in feathered shadow.
What once shattered
now reframes her entirely.
"Seen Through"
She looks through the frame,
not for beauty,
but for truth.
No longer seeking permission —
just presence.
Paperweight No More
She no longer holds what was never hers to carry.
The pages fall,
but she doesn’t.
What once pinned her down
now dances in the air —
weightless, meaningless,
gone.
And there she stands:
not empty,
just finally
her own.
For a visit.
…
Trace
Soft light grazes skin and fabric,
catching the echo of a gesture just passed.
Intimate—composed, but unforced.
A gaze turned inward, suspended between presence and withdrawal.
Not staged, not stolen—just stayed.
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If you ask me about summer…
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just waving
The Quiet Room
In this room, time has softened its voice.
The walls still whisper stories of bare honesty,
of moments suspended between breath and silence.
Here, light becomes touch.
Skin speaks without sound.
And stillness is not absence,
but presence—measured, tender, raw.
What remains is not what was done,
but what was felt.
Not the pose,
but the surrender.