27JUL
There's a particular quality of light in this gallery — the kind that doesn't announce itself but fills the space quietly, like a song you half-remember. I was adjusting my coat, and suddenly I realized I was humming 'Summertime' for the third time that hour. The makeup artist laughed. I didn't stop. These are the moments I keep: not the finished frame, but the breath before it.
Mood: contemplative