reconnect with that young hot thing that you were and never realized. not to look like her necessarily, but to feel like her again. or if you’ve never felt that way, then to FIND her. because she’s in there.
that’s what I love about being on the other side of the camera. acknowledging the beauty that maybe a woman has forgotten existed. or helping her discover it. because everyone has a thing. their eyes, their knees. a freckle. an expression or a birthmark. a curve or a valley or a plane of limb or lip or expanse of skin. a laugh or an outlook. a thing makes them gorgeous. all the rest of it–the bed or couch, the lingerie, the false eyelashes and carefully casually bed-tousled hair? it’s all visual fiction. the real thing–the YOU–that’s what makes boudoir so powerful.
you’re beautiful. let me show you.