And that’s how our days unfold. We foresee it, like a sweet beauty premonition. Time passes by quite slowly, announcing Magic, pure and raw powder of it. And then she arrives. All grace and bravery.
Time stops. Her heart full of a strange blend of wistfulness and hope. She smiles, and then speaks calmly, trying to hide the butterflies inside her.
Sometimes we can barely distinguish the colours of the walls, or the forgotten objects lying on the bed, we are seeing it black and white….and she’s the center of our universe, her eyes, her hair, the things she touches, the people around her….she’s all that matters in her so longed white dress, she’s all that matter when the father embraced her, or the mother is staring at her, lost somewhere in the past.
We’re here to compose a story; not to change it. One that no one would tell. We’re here to document the things that matter, and also the ones that might, in the future.
We aren’t here for the pretty picture. We want you to know how it was. And this is the moment she lived for.
We are here for the real, watching moments, details. expressions, people…life as it is. Observation is the key. No tricks, no directions, just exchange. It’s in these moments where we find their soul or something close to the true nature that we strive to reflect. It’s a body of work after all,
We know we can’t stop time, nor light. But we can embrace them. And they can become us. Hopefully.
Go then…happiness is your destination.