Frosty wind on a late fall evening is penetrating through walls and climbing inside the heart; yet inside her home it’s always warm, inside her heart it’s always warm, in her eyes there’s always a spark. Her moves are gracious, her look is elegant, her lips are half-smiling even when she’s home alone.
“As a woman I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman, my country is the whole world.”
― Virginia Woolf
A spontaneous shoot inspired by Renaissance women.
Location: Boston, MA