Naked in the Sun

In this old factory, the graffiti on the walls clashed hilariously with my summer flower dress. My boyfriend, armed with his camera, caught me shedding layers like a snake on a hot day, until all that was left were my earrings and heels. It felt crazy and liberating, like a scene from a quirky indie movie. The graffiti seemed to cheer us on, as if saying, "You go, guys!" Every click of the camera was like a high-five, turning this weird, abandoned place into our own funky art gallery.