Angels ...
In life, some dreams come true and that, when you least expect it! For this curious shooting, I find one of my most charming students whose strange gaze I dreamed of capturing. And what place more suitable than a very, very old cemetery to give this dreamlike character to these pictures ... What could be better, above all, than autumn, too, to transcribe this atmosphere that Bram Stocker or Edgar Allan Poe would not have? disowned ...
So, my pretty lady, a few cast iron crosses chiseled like lace, a little tea and cookies ... and off we go on a strange journey. Heaven in the cemetery ... a curious allegory!
