“Beauty” for me is something sacred, like something untouchable and something that isn’t from this world. It is just there for a very short time and it will disappear, like a beautiful ghost.
It’s so, very fragile and light. It is not meant to be touched, and it is not meant to be stared. It is too pure for human hands to touch.
When I shoot,I’m just standing in this huge crystal clear river and I’m crying. For that moment it’s my world.
