Laetitia
Instagram: @laetitia_channel_model
Location: El Campello, Spain
Date: 10 September 2025
I often struggle with finding my why in photography. Not my purpose overall, but the why of a single shoot. What do I want to create? What’s the vision? How can I bring it to life? It’s the photographer’s version of writer’s block I guess.
On this project, I was searching for those answers. And it wasn’t until I arrived on site that they began to appear.
As the sun rose, the shadows sharpened. Exposure and contrast revealed themselves almost automatically. Light and shade worked together, painting a canvas I hadn’t imagined but instantly recognized.
The rustic columns shifted with time. From morning’s first softness to the sharp glow of high noon, their colors deepened.
Then she entered—with grace, strength, and a stillness that allowed the scene itself to dictate her poses.
In that moment, it all made sense. The perfect balance of beauty, ballet, and the play of light. It wasn’t something I planned—it was something I discovered.
Angela
Instagram: @angell7la
Location: Stuttgart, Germany
Date: 30 May 2025
What the flame is to a moth, the woman’s form is to the eyes of those who admire her—be they men, women, or artists chasing truth through beauty.
Truly, one of the most awe-inspiring creations shaped by divine hands. A vessel of life. A source of power, passion, and poetry. Her form has brought down kings and lifted men into greatness—sometimes in the same breath.
Crafted from a rib, yes. But she is not secondary—she is singular. A canvas that defies replication. Artists through the centuries—Botticelli, Klimt, Modigliani—have tried to capture her essence. Some came close. But the artist knows: the true essence of her beauty is in the original. The one of one.
In searching for a model for an artistic nude series, I didn’t know exactly what I was seeking. I had no clear direction—only a feeling. Then, she contacted me. One look at her portfolio, and that feeling sharpened into vision.
She is of this earth.
Her skin—a soft, sun-warmed hue, untouched by artificial glow.
Like grapes destined for the perfect Merlot, her body doesn’t hide time—it carries it with grace.
Her form, like the planet’s own hills and curves, is not diminished by age, but defined by it.
Her breasts—untouched by alteration—bear the marks of motherhood, of life lived. Gravity may pull, but authenticity holds.
And that confidence… it consumes you. A black hole of presence—drawing you in, impossible to resist. Her gaze? Hypnotic. If Medusa were real, this might be her power: not to turn men to stone, but to render them speechless in wonder.
She stands apart….
In a world obsessed with BBLs, lip fillers, tucks, lifts, and filters—there she is a quiet rebellion. A natural monument to what once was—and still can be.
Every perfect imperfection placed exactly where nature meant it.
She is… real.
Maryna
Instagram: @gluecklichmarinalp
Location: Madrid, Spain
Date: 29 April 2025
In my happy place, there is you, we finish each other’s thoughts. In my most vulnerable space, you let my soul quietly weep. I celebrate with you, I fail with you, somehow, I never disappoint you.
But I struggle to share you. I struggle to love anyone but you. Cradled by the stillness no one else can enter, we become the silence that speaks where language fails. My yesterday. My now. My tomorrow. The one constant… is you.
Together we are alone. Alone like the wolf without its pack, the lion without its pride…
My heart is with you. My forever is with you. In my happy place, there is you. In my happy place, there is…
Only me, I’m sorry.
