Ein weiteres Bild vom Shooting mit meiner Cousine @roniii007
Wir hatten eine Menge Spaß beim Shooten an diesem verlassenen Ort:)
Hier war sehr viel geboten: ein bisschen Lost Place-Charakter gepaart mit viel Natur drum herum und dazu feinstes Sonnenlicht zur Abendstunde, was will man mehr 😊
Hey bud, how’s it growing?
It’s a wonderful thing to have friends who you can adventure, grow, laugh, and learn with. Thanks @riggs_photos for the awesome shot and thanks @adrianblair_photo for the cool edit!! ❤️
🖥️ 👉WHICH ONE DO YOU LIKE MORE? 1 or 2? 😁ALSL SWIPE TO SEE THE PROCESS OF THE SECOND IMAGE 😅❤️😀.
The spring is almost here and I couldn't be happier 🤩🥰., Is my favorite season of the year ❤️
Flowers explotion 🌺.
Also near from where I live now is full of Sakura's trees and I'm so happy I'll be shooting with them very soon 🥰. What is your favorite season of the year? Let me know in the comments 🤩
Model Anastasia Karol
Assistant Sebastian Cubillos
Make up Anastasia Karol @ karol_makeup_
Designer Maria Eugenia Couture
Which image is your favorite from the set? 😄Let me know in the comments Bellow 👇
‘Love like art’ 💛 Congratulations Yinsey and Han! Thank you for inviting me to be a part of such a moving, magical day. Here’s to an extraordinary romance that’s been twenty years in the making - and to a lifetime of adventures yet to come! 🥂 #letsgethansey@tornandpolished@chino_romano43ad
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📷 Beauteous Ella @ella_melne ☕️
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My “Tough Little Bastard.” I took this portrait of Chris on May 19th, the same day I was informed he had a two month life expectancy. I lost myself entirely that day. Nothing could console me, and I remember being absolutely hysterical. Chris, however, was quiet and composed- as he usually was. He told me he was disappointed and sad that he wouldn’t get to live out his life, but that he accepted it. I, on the other hand, could not accept those words so coldly delivered by the oncologists. When the chaplain came into his room to offer support, Chris ushered him to me and insisted that I needed him more. Chris always insisted that he was going to be ok and that he’d make it through. He told me himself, after recovering from septic shock, “See, I’m still here, my love. I guess I’m just a tough little bastard.” His resilience and positivity in spite of his atrocious suffering left me hopeful that he would be ok. When Chris passed, exactly a month after I was told he had two months, I went numb. I had convinced myself that he would, somehow, come back and say to me again, “I’m here, I’m a tough little bastard.”