Forever chasing sunsets – video by sironconi.com
Here comes the behind-the-scenes video made by my friend Matt.
So thankful to the whole team contributing to these photos!
When did it go so wrong? People admiring the elegance of animals, their graceful movement – unrestrained by any garments, while deeming it shameful for humans to be naked, natural.
One of those mornings when nobody expects anything from you.
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. – Dean Jackson
That’s what I 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 up until a couple years ago. However, after seeing what Pia from Film Pastel Noir can do within the genre, it has completely 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞.
Ego searches the loveliest garden to find a single thorn. Spirit searches the most desolate desert to find a single bloom. – Dean Jackson
As proper Oslo citizens were having their Sunday walk in the central park, they would see some balloons here and there. Why?
I admire people who take 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 for their actions. Acknowledging when they 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩, and accepting the praise when they’ve worked hard for something.
We are all playing so many different roles daily, chameleonating our way through life. To soften the sharp edges, to smooth the path. Then, at times, our cup overflows and we reveal our true colours.
A photographer reached out to me proposing to shoot some portraits of me. [dt_gap height="10" /] “I’m going for a vintage look portrait of a freckled face”, he said.
Admit it. Life happens so fast that you only scroll through you IG feed and occasionally double click on some posts that gives you “the happies”?
Have you taken the personality tests where they say stuff about you based on your colour preferences?
We all play roles. Every day, all the time. Play our part in this theater called life.
Do you know what to look for? Is it the details or is it the bigger picture that matters to you the most?
One mind is good. Two is better.
Previously I referred to her who killed my camera-shyness, so this post is a gratitude and a shoutout to my dear Ine from @boudoiropplevelsen.
Friends call me Alex. It is short for Alexandra. I identify as a woman. Sometimes I think like a man. Actually, quite often.