My beloved muse

My beloved muse

These were captured in the first year of me acquiring my camera. Shraddha—a gorgeous, bold, and unapologetic woman—her name suited the intensity she brought as a model. It was easy to fall in love with her presence and the devotion she showed in every shot. I never had to direct her; she was a natural, instinctively knowing how to move. This ease, however, got me into a bad habit—only clicking and not directing my subjects, expecting them to carry the scene as effortlessly as she did.

My beloved muse

My beloved muse

My beloved muse

These were captured in the first year of me acquiring my camera. Shraddha—a gorgeous, bold, and unapologetic woman—her name suited the intensity she brought as a model. It was easy to fall in love with her presence and the devotion she showed in every shot. I never had to direct her; she was a natural, instinctively knowing how to move. This ease, however, got me into a bad habit—only clicking and not directing my subjects, expecting them to carry the scene as effortlessly as she did.