Sometime after Christmas, while taking my first bubble bath in months, I was shaving my legs when I noticed how smoothly the razor cut through the foamy bubbles to leave behind nothing but touch-ably soft, pinkish skin. I admired the path of perfection surrounded by soapy spheres that gently popped around its path, and felt that it needed to be captured. As a result, Bob kindly allowed me to fill up his bathtub at the end of a long shoot, and without removing my pearls or make-up, I was able to recreate the moment when I first noticed how lovely such a simple, relaxed act of femininity can be.
No comments:
Post a Comment