She woke up in the bathtub; her hairstyle was still intact, her lipstick hadn't smudged, and her clothes were perfectly in place. It was as if she had simply alighted there after floating in through the

There is a wall with that checkerboard texture—still very photogenic—at the abandoned Casablanca station in our city. Miraculously, the tasteless graffiti hasn't reached that spot; I suppose crossing the

Patricia slipped away from me for most of the afternoon. I was very busy with the other models, and she sought out other cameras for her own shots. Finally, we managed to shake off the distractions of

Despite the threatening clouds in the sky, a wonderful light descended in the final moments. In this part of the valley, the sun disappears earlier, but the light filters through the hillside foliage,

She didn’t want to climb up onto the wall like the others; her outfit and the wind wouldn’t have allowed her to move comfortably. I raised no objection; she was tall enough that I could simply sit on the

Ana’s birthday gift was the chance to take part in one of our "safaris"—or so her mother told me when she brought her along. Ana wanted outdoor photos for her 17th birthday, and her family decided

Dyana always shows me the outfits she plans to wear before our photo shoots. Sometimes, photos of models for online retailers like Shein look too artificial—their bodies often appear exaggerated—so when

There is nothing left to do; silence reigns after the lighting and the scene are announced. The model chooses to study through a photography book themed around Chanel and its range of products and fragrances.

She is impatient. Her face speaks volumes—and not in a gentle way. This time, the delay is on me; I couldn't resist using the camera. The light streaming through the large window is sublime—as is the

If the previous model brought Caribbean jazz, Laurent brought an Andalusian rhythm, reflected in the colors of the attire. Don’t let her skin tone fool you; Andalucía is weathered by the intense sun, and

I finish my sessions with my knees wrecked. I estimate I do about 500 squats per shoot. I always like to be at eye level with my models, or even lower. The "Medium long shot" and the low angle

Standing on the edge takes a certain amount of courage. Especially in a tight dress and high heels that distort one's perspective and heighten the sense of danger—compounded by the fear that everything

She waited for me on the steps. She held a rose in her hand and a smile, too. She placed one foot on the step above, as if inviting me to join her, but not before I took a few photos of her. That’s how

That favorite spot beside the marble colonnade, where the sun shines with a painful Caribbean intensity and shadows are erased by the brilliant white of the stone, that favorite place is where I always

Sitting the way mere mortals do won’t cut it. You have to break the protocol, step outside the mold, beyond the standard posture of knees together and a body held upright as if on a throne. You have to

Wendy drives me crazy when she comes in to pose. She squats, stands up, and moves ceaselessly, leaving my poor flash no time to recycle. You have to tame her a bit before getting started. She has so much

She steps out from between the columns. Notes of Caribbean jazz play as she appears. A bluetooth speaker happens to sound right as she emerges, perfect synchrony between the music, the rhythm of her poses,

She wants to strike a glamorous facial expression, but she can't quite pull it off; her friends behind me won't let her stay in character. She prefers an enigmatic, Mona Lisa-like smile. I simply witness

Walls were built to separate, to conceal. Often, it is to feel safe within them; at other times, to feel good knowing they are containing something, allowing you to feel free in their vicinity. Walls were

To top off the session with little Lia, she and her mom had a surprise in store for me. The young girl was a ballet student and wanted to take some photos posing with ideas she had brought along. What