This collection is mine. It’s made me bust my ass. It’s made me fight and knaw and cuss and quiet and leave it to pick it back up again. It’s made me work to remember why I do what I do and why I do it the way I do it.
And it has a small battalion getting ready to work on the actual shoot. It has models with a translucent glow. Stylists that are impassioned. A photographer that has already worked to get it off the ground and a fierce fierce momma bear that will see it through.
It has a location that is the stuff of my spun dreams. And I’m telling you now. Every bit of this has been hard. Sometimes you find life all about ribbons and easy stitches. And sometimes you have to struggle with the muses, stare them in the eye and rip out every single seam. Sometimes you have to say through gritted teeth – I’m not leaving. Ah. … now we need – you know – clothes.
I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it. ~Thomas Jefferson
He was Southern, right?
Indeed – an interesting man. I’m with you on the luck bit – the muses favor those that put their head down and plug on.