Blind Light
Late light through slats is the kindest light there is — it flatters and interrogates at once. These sittings happen in the last thirty minutes before the sun drops behind the harbour cranes.
The amber half hour when blinds turn everyone golden.
Blind Light
Late light through slats is the kindest light there is — it flatters and interrogates at once. These sittings happen in the last thirty minutes before the sun drops behind the harbour cranes.