Kissed by Spring and held by wool.
I have been in France for over a week. A place in the middle of the mountains, surrounded by changing greens transitioning into a new season I look forward to for its colors but I’m hesitant to love because of its colder and darker hues. But I digress. Often when I am here I read, I make photographs for myself, but this time, I had to work and I decided to make images for TIJN Homelife with props found in this vast nature around me. I photographed their Henk Blue Light Filter in Gold. Since we live in a world where most of what we see is through the screen of our phones or a computer, the blue filter in these is made to protect our sight. As a photographer, I need to be able to see colors to properly edit my images, so I will only use them for non-photography-related matters.
I also made images with their Viktoria Gold Color. They are really beautiful and not heavy at all.
These last images are from another model, Claire Red Bird Tortoise. These do not have a blue light filter and you can tell by the reflection. They are, however, equally beautiful.
Wearing No. 31 in British Racing Green in a little town in the South of France.
This post is dedicated to Hecho and Co. a brand which, in these strange and sometimes unbelievable times, made me feel close to home. Hecho and Co. work fairly and closely with artisans in Oaxaca, Mexico to create beautiful handwoven garments called Huipiles. Comfortable, beautiful, with details that turn these garments into wearable art.
It has been 16 days in quarantine. I only leave to go to the studio. My husband drives me there when I need to. I know how to drive but I do not have a license in Switzerland, it’s comfortable to be driven places despite feeling, sometimes, like I am missing fractions of independence.
After 16 days we left the house together to get some air. We drove (he drove) to a forest not far from where we live and we stopped at an open field. We needed the openness. We felt the sun, we felt the air although we never forgot the whole world is different.
As we drove back home I spotted a fox. He was sitting down, perhaps hunting and when he saw us he lowered his body to become one with the grass. We looked at it for a few minutes before it left and disappeared in the forest.