I haven’t done a straight-up super!artsy costumed shoot in too long. I’ve been fantasizing about lush summer pinups and proto-gaias rolling in the dirt, and it’s just not time yet. We’re still, for now, stuck in the in-between.
The solution? Get dressed up and play Spring Herself, of course. The petticoated piper, trailing birdsong and moonshine in her wake.
For a purer ~aesthetic~, I recommend this musical accompaniment.
(Note that I took these before dyeing my hair back to pink. Forgive my roots.)