I blame Starbucks.
I gave my card out to the cute girl in front of me in the line-up for Starbucks. A couple of seasons, a change of housing, hair color and 24 emails later, Kelli & I made our shoot happen. She brought her vinyl collection. I reminisced about the Roxette concert. It was a good day.
I'm hoping to shoot more beauty + boudoir to help women "own it". No heels or thigh-highs required. No hotel room. Just you. In your space. In your skin.
Hit me up if that sounds right.