she hadn’t said a word, but her energy was speaking loud. the first wave i hear is the dissonant sound of a grand piano, accompanied by her voice. notes held like she was homing the purest lungs - not a cigarette in her past. visions of the reality i wanted to create began to flood my mind. shutter speeds increasing, i'm feeling invisible again... the term "old soul" is overused in our generation, so i won't refer to Grace as that. she’s old, she's new, she's present. a vessel to fill you with sound. @gracevardell
May 10, 2017
my only request before arrival was 'natural and raw'. we were shooting at her home. i knew she would feel most comfortable there. she played her reggae music and i photographed. she danced, she laughed and i tried to be invisible. all i wanted was to leave w/ one photograph that spoke louder than words. the song changed, her mind calmed. she became still, and i was transfixed. baby cai.
Feb 20, 2017