A flower is a beautiful thing; but it isn’t until conditions are just right, and the flower is in an optimal moment of well-being, that it can finally release all of its tensions and slowly unfurl into something more beautiful that it initially was. Not just because of aesthetics, but because what came along with that blossoming moment was a sense of self that radiated such pure happiness and self-acceptance that you can’t help but get caught in its pull and maybe.. be happy too?
blouse // gifted
gold chain // thrifted
shorts // wranglers from f as in frank
photography by David Fournier