The Greek word for Owl is κουκουβάγια, or koukouvágia. In ancient Greek times it was associated with the wisdom of the soul. An owl was depicted sitting on Athenas blind side, so that she may see the whole truth.
Owls are often seen as mysterious, mostly because many owls are strictly nocturnal and humans have always found night to be full of mystery and the unknown. Owls live within the darkness, which includes magic, mystery, and ancient knowledge. Related to the night is the moon, which owls are also connected to. It becomes a symbol of the feminine and fertility, with the moon’s cycles of renewal.
As promised, here is another shoot shot a few weeks ago by my friend Nirmala in the
Italian Alps. This was totally spontaneous, so I'm wearing Nirmalas shirt (which I think she in turn borrowed from her boyfriend) and no makeup. I love the results though, the lumberjack shirt matches the wooded background well.
Ill put the last set next week, its a more arty, black and white one shot on some beautiful rocks.
Last week I was in London and I shot a few new sets with Stefano Brunesci, full of energy and punch. Ill try to get those to you next.
These breezy images were taken at an impromptu shoot in Spain a few months back. We were re route to another location when we came across this wonderful old windmill which was turning in the strong breeze. There was however a house with garden right next to it, and a nice Spanish man sitting in his garden. so when he nipped inside, I quickly whipped off my clothes and we took these images. After about 5 minutes of shooting we had enough for a small set. I saw though, the man was back in his garden with a cup of coffee. Watching me, with a slight smile. I waved, he waved back, and I went on my way :).
Luckily for me, Spain is a friendly, and liberal country!
My beautiful, petite, blonde friend. We met on a photo shoot for a calender in France, and then again on a photography workshop in Austria. We became good friends.
Shot high in the Swiss Alps on a stunning backdrop of green Alpine nature by one of my favorite photographers Stefan Soell.
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
These breathtaking images were shot on the second day of my shoot with Jean Marc on his old school Hasselblad, we went up into the hills above the cote d'azur, France and shot in a wooded area.
We were especially lucky, as just at the end of our shoot, an eerie mist descended around us, which when combined with one of my favorite sheer full length dresses lead to these spectacularly ghostly images!
I shot one more sequence with Jean during this shoot, whch was in a long black dress and also nude by the sea, and I will upload those next month.