Back to a fashion story shot last autumn with the beautiful and sweet Fana, from Linden Staub. In the amazing location of Richmond Park, we played with vintage and dreaming clothes while the sunlight started fading on the horizon.
Model: Fana Dade, Stylist: Yuriko Hiratsuka; Hair and make up: Ceci Wu; Hats: Elena Shvab
I am stuck under my dreams, so down that I cannot even see them, as I used before, so far in time that I cannot touch them when they fly before my eyes. It is still night when the sun rises. Behind the eyelids a shadow swings and guides my body ahead.
I was very happy to meet Shany, a lovely mum-to be, a few weeks ago. We had a very pleasant photo shoot at Port Meadow, in Oxford, enjoying the sun close to its decline, its gold light, and the magic of the yellow leaves. We couldn’t have asked for a better weather, and Shany faced the cold to happily show her beautiful belly to the camera. I want to thank her so much for the feelings shared with me, and also for letting me show you these sweet photographs.
“Eppure è bella, anima mia, la vita: non fosse che pei giorni in cui le foglie giocano a quale per la prima spunti sui rami; e tu le vedi, così tenere e trasparenti, che ti s’apron l’ali nel rimirarle. Come puoi del mondo tante cose sapere, e non sapere come fa la fogliuzza a tornar verde entro la scorza, ad affacciarsi, e tutta nova ridere al sol che la richiama?”
She was walking on a silent path, in the forest. Spring still looked so far from there. Arid bushes, bare trees; a thorn hunted her hand as she tried to pick a blossom up from a branch. The light of the clouds made her eyes almost cry, and yet it was close to rain. When the wind raised and everything around started to shake and swing, she stopped for a moment. There were rabbits running to their burrows, birds flying to their high builded nests; she looked at them and smiled. It was the time to take a breath and to wait for the end of the storm.
“What is the meaning of life? That was all – a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.” To the lighthouse, Virginia Woolf.
Faint, with a hint of melancholy, I think these portraits can show you something of me: that inner and composed side which suddenly blooms in a smile. Thanks to Agnessa Dale who was a lovely and kind and brave model despite the cold wind!
“In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity”. John Keats
Nature will never stop to be my first inspiration, and these photos want to celebrate its strength and spiritual power. A big thanks to the beautiful model Emily Courtenay for her patience and kindness. Please, take also a look at my PhotoVogue portfolio where two of these images have been added: http://www.vogue.it/photovogue/Profilo/9152c341-1229-4982-8b6c-48d10267852c/User.