I'm obsessed with the small things



Like the way you carefully grip the neck of your guitar, while playing a chord to your favourite song.

Or how your legs touch ever so slightly behind the silk robe, that you lower with careful intention to reveal your powerful Hiney.



I wonder about the meaning behind your rose gold coloured bracelet, the one that grips your bicep while you pose for the shot.

I'm curious about the stories that are etched onto your skin suit, with care and intention from a fellow artist.

The subtle things are the descriptive pages of your story. And our favourite stories would feel incomplete without those chapters.