A Night Out
Instagram: @gluecklichmarinalp
Location: Alicante, Spain
Date: November 2025
“Let the night shape the mood and let her presence do the rest.” The thought I had while preparing for an evening shoot on a beautiful autumn evening in the beautiful coastal city of Alicante, Spain.
Under the glow of amber streetlights and flashes of neon, she moved with a quiet confidence—
unbothered, unhurried, fully aware of the story her eyes could tell.
No staged poses, no need for direction. Just a rhythm between light, shadow, and the woman who belonged to both.
In the middle of the street, bathed in red and blue reflections, her expression shifted—
strong, intentional, undeniable.
The plan? Well truth be told there wasn’t a plan. It was a camera, the night, the streets and her.
Liza
Instagram: @elizaveta.a.smith
Location: Barcelona, Spain
Date: November 2025
You are always where I am
Yet never where I want you to be.
I’ve seen you… once, twice—
though somehow the distance between once and twice stretches longer than memory cares to admit.
In my world, you existed.
I felt your nearness the way one feels coffee on an autumn morning— warm, stirring, filling the quiet corners of the soul with joy… with fear… with stillness… with something unnamed.
There you are again—
A portrait carved from silence,
A posture painted in patience,
A presence that feels both familiar and foreign.
From the shadows of obscurity
I watch the shape of a mystery I once thought I understood.
In solitude, I feel your nearness; in reality, I lose you— like breath leaving the lungs too soon, a disappointment I exhale unwillingly.
You are always where I am
But never where I want you to be.
Here, next to me.
Beca
Instagram: @becagabriela
Location: Barcelona, Spain
Date: November 2025
The plan was simple, capture her essence — the perfect work of art that is her frame, her smile… HER.
With the museum’s sculptures and canvases fading quietly into the background —beautiful, but secondary to the art that was her.
Elegance Among the Masterpieces
The plan was to let her pose for the moment, not for the camera. But like life, photography has a way of reminding you that plans don’t always match reality.
Quiet Confidence in the Garden
So we walked the grounds of the Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya. We talked —
the photographer, an American with eleven months of Spanish, the model a Brazilian fluent in her native tongue and the rhythm of España. The power of language, the importance of education.
The Power in Her Steps
Minutes passed.
The sun drifted lower.
And that perfect, fleeting light —the kind photographers chase across continents began to illuminate everything.
She Is the Destination
The plan was simple, capture her essence — the perfect work of art that is her frame, her smile… HER.
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.
