The paths of her daydreams are well-worn, the footprints behind her mapping a gentle resting ground for dustmotes, thoughts half-forgotten, and stray shards of sunlight. tread carefully; she's never needed flight to travel, but the dragons don't either
I've written before that the one thing that sets photography apart from other art forms is how much of a collaborative work it is - and also that it's very physically involved. Wrenching an image from your head into flesh-and-blood reality is a very physical act of logistical planning and, on the day, contorting yourself and your model into weird positions to get the right angle for the camera lens. But it's also such a fun, exhilarating feeling, even if the stress of before-and-after is as much part of it as the process of making it all come together. Hugely thankful to Elena for battling through illness to be there, to Cissy for being the best assistant and going along with my impulsive ideas; Kobe for her beautiful graduate collection - think elegant lines and luxurious fabric combinations.
And Lilly (occasionally channelling baby Alicia Vikander, anyone?), who managed to make balancing on a sliver of fireplace edge look easy, and patiently weathered a whole barrage of semi-articulate direction, to process it into something graceful. Repeated, excited shrieking of 'YES, GREAT, NOW DON'T MOVE' from my quarter and girl didn't even blink. Keep your eyes peeled for her.