When I was a little girl there was a creek behind our house. I would go out there shoeless looking for romance in the trees. I would sing to the spanish moss and photograph butterflies on my grandmother’s azaleas. I’d wear lace dresses and swing in the wooden swing in the front yard. I would lay and write poems on the porch swing listening to the crickets serenade me. The air was always thick and humid and palms grew amongst pines.
Photo: Ken Knoll Photography
Fashion/Styling: Julia Quante Styling
Make-up & Hair: Constanze Wendt
Assistants: Jens Sage and Benjamin Back
Published in SUPERIOR 09/2013
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