I just want to delete all my images from the internet and start again. That’s the worst thing about art, you start to hate your own too quickly.

Pure happiness.

My other cousin getting ready her sister’s wedding with her boyfriend peering on.

A shot from my cousin’s wedding.

Something different from what I usually post. I am so uninspired and unmotivated lately, constantly haunted by the idea of not being good enough.

twentyonebeds:

Youths in Munich, Germany.

I love capturing that reaction people give when they’re wondering whether I’m photographing them.

This is my photo and it has 418 notes and that kind of makes me a bit happy and motivated to keep working on my book.

Remind me what it feels like to feel wanted, because I certainly don’t remember.

Amongst the rose garden.

I’m lucky to have attractive model friends.

Sometimes I write well.

http://quietlypolite.tumblr.com/

You learn that time isn’t something you can turn back, therefore you must plant your own garden and decorate your own soul. Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

If only I could make a living from photographing flowers.

Her face, I die.

Unplanned shot, was testing my settings at the Akoco lookbook shoot. This girls face makes me die with jealousy