She always glows like this.
One (spectacular) girl in a tub.
Come away with me, Honey.
It will be like nobody exists but us.
Somewhere in between boy and man.
She and I are made from the same stuff.
; she's a living, breathing sparkle.
This is a relatively boring collection of photos featuring me throwing a tantrum. I was frustrated because I wanted to go on a photo shoot but had absolutely no idea for a concept, nor any motivation to go out looking for something.
Oscar took these while I sulked, yelled at him to stop, begged him for help, laughed at my own idiocy, blamed him for everything, apologised for my behavior and then finally dissapeared under the blankets.
While he was defiantley snapping the pictures, I didn't think for a second that I'd want to post them. But when I looked through my camera, I realised I really like these photos of me.
Not because I think I look particularly pretty, or elegant, or cool, but because they're not stiff images of me trying to appear beautiful.
I recognise myself in these.
This bunch of photographs is actually quite old. I've learned a lot since. Given the chance to do this shoot again, there are a billion things I'd change.
But not her, she's wow.
Ernest Hemingway wrote a book called "The Sun Also Rises" about some friends who go on a journey together. That's why this gallery is named so.
Also, her name is Soleil (which means sun in french).
Also, as you can see, the sun was actually rising.
Neither of us are very used to, or very comfortable with, being in front of the camera. This morning was okay though, just us and a tripod.