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She looks back over her shoulder with a softness that could undo anyone paying attention. Her eyes—clear, luminous, startlingly present—hold a quiet power, as if she’s letting you witness a thought she hasn’t spoken aloud. The fall of her dark hair frames her face like ink around light, and the small bloom of her shoulder tattoo draws the eye toward the curve of her back, a delicate punctuation mark on her quiet allure.
There’s nothing forced here—just a woman resting in her own beauty, offering a moment of connection that feels both intimate and impossibly gentle. She doesn’t have to reach for the camera; her presence meets it effortlessly.
She meets the light without asking it to be gentle.
Brick and shadow frame her like an old truth, but her face refuses age, refuses obedience. An arm lifted, not in defense, not in invitation — simply resting where it belongs. Her mouth parts as if caught between breath and thought, and in that space the radiance slows, thickens, becomes intimate.
This is not the brightness of display.
This is the glow that lives just beneath the skin.
She does not shine outward here — she holds the light, keeps it close, lets it warm her from the inside first. What we see is only the spillover, the evidence of something deeper and more dangerous than beauty.
A sun at rest is still a sun.
A vision of strength and allure, she stands wrapped in contrasts—soft textures meeting sharp lines, a cascade of hair framing her defiant gaze. This is not just fashion; it’s a declaration of fierce individuality, where every thread whispers confidence and every gesture speaks power.
A vision of strength and allure, she stands wrapped in contrasts—soft textures meeting sharp lines, a cascade of hair framing her defiant gaze. This is not just fashion; it’s a declaration of fierce individuality, where every thread whispers confidence and every gesture speaks power.
February 3, 2008. Taken during Janusz Kawa's class "Intimate Portraits" at ICP. One Kino-flo fluorescent continuous studio light.
She lowers her gaze as if listening to something only she can hear.
Sheer light slips through the curtain beside her, diffused and gentle, asking nothing of her body except permission to exist nearby. Her hands gather fabric and breath together, not to hide, but to center. This moment belongs to her alone—quiet, intentional, unobserved even while being seen.
This is not retreat.
It is self-possession.
Radiance narrows here, becoming intimate rather than expansive. What glows is the act of choosing oneself—the calm ritual of holding warmth close, of deciding how much of the world is allowed in.
Some suns do not fill the room.
They stay exactly where she cups them.
She stands with a calm that does not need explanation.
Her hand rests where intention lives, not to cover, not to claim—simply to anchor. Light brushes her face and shoulder with familiarity, illuminating certainty rather than softness. The world behind her fades to function; what remains is presence, steady and unbroken.
This is not vulnerability.
It is confidence without armor.
Radiance gathers in her stillness, not as spectacle, but as truth made visible. She does not lean toward the warmth or turn away from it. She allows it to exist alongside her, equal and unchallenged.
Some suns do not persuade.
They are trusted, because she stands.
Wrapped in nothing but soft light and a borrowed shirt, she turns inward as though listening to a secret only she can hear. The fabric falls loosely around her, framing the quiet curve of her form while her expression drifts somewhere between memory and desire. This is longing not as absence, but as presence — the tender ache of someone savoring a moment she hasn’t fully shared with the world.
Autorretrato – Bartolomeo Dubois
Bajo el faro fue obligado. Mimetizándose, el artista se presenta ante el público expectante.
Un show de tendencias granate hará escurrir emociones acuosas: sensibles, profundas y probables. Nadie se salva.
En el fondo, el artista también es parte del público.
Un circo pobre improvisamos todos los días al creer que el show tiene un final específico.
日本語（Japonés）
自画像 – バルトロメオ・デュボワ
写真セッションのタイトル：ガーネットの傾向
スポットライトの下で、彼は強いられた。擬態しながら、芸術家は期待に満ちた観客の前に現れる。
ガーネットの傾向をまとったショーは、水のような感情をあふれさせるだろう――繊細で、深く、あり得る感情を。誰も逃れられない。
結局のところ、芸術家もまた観客の一部である。
毎日、私たちは即興で貧しいサーカスを演じている。ショーに明確な終わりがあると信じながら。
English
Self-portrait – Bartolomeo Dubois
Photo session title: Garnet Trend
Under the spotlight, he was compelled. Camouflaging himself, the artist presents before the expectant audience.
A show of garnet trends will let aqueous emotions seep out—sensitive, deep, and likely. No one is spared.
In the end, the artist is also part of the audience.
A poor circus we improvise every day by believing the show has a defined ending.
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Français
Autoportrait – Bartolomeo Dubois
Nom de la séance photo : Tendance grenat
Sous le phare, il fut contraint. En se mimant, l’artiste se présente face au public en attente.
Un spectacle de tendances grenat fera couler des émotions aqueuses : sensibles, profondes et possibles. Personne n’en réchappe.
Au fond, l’artiste fait aussi partie du public.
Un cirque pauvre que nous improvisons chaque jour en croyant que le spectacle a une fin précise.
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Português
Autorretrato – Bartolomeo Dubois
Nome da sessão de fotos: Tendência granada
Sob o holofote, foi obrigado. Camuflando-se, o artista se apresenta ao público expectante.
Um show de tendências granada fará escorrer emoções aquosas: sensíveis, profundas e prováveis. Ninguém escapa.
No fundo, o artista também faz parte do público.
Um circo pobre que improvisamos todos os dias ao acreditar que o show tem um final específico.
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Italiano
Autoritratto – Bartolomeo Dubois
Titolo della sessione fotografica: Tendenza granata
Sotto il faro fu costretto. Mimetizzandosi, l’artista si presenta al pubblico in attesa.
Uno spettacolo di tendenze granata farà scorrere emozioni acquose: sensibili, profonde e probabili. Nessuno si salva.
In fondo, anche l’artista fa parte del pubblico.
Un circo povero che improvvisiamo ogni giorno, credendo che lo spettacolo abbia una fine precisa.
This is the moment the river chooses stillness.
She reclines as though the journey has been completed—not ended, but fulfilled. Nothing pulls at her now. No current asks her to follow. What once flowed around her has softened into quiet presence, settling into the calm intimacy of being allowed to remain.
There is tenderness here without fragility. A softness that exists only after strength has proven itself unnecessary. Her gaze holds the patience of someone who has already been witnessed by water, by memory, by time—and found no need to perform ever again.
She is not drifting.
She is kept.
The dream exhales around her, folding itself into linen and light, knowing that nothing essential will be lost by resting. The river has become something internal now—slow, warm, unafraid of stillness.
And in this pause, the dream does not fade.
It settles.
She stands quietly, and yet the room reorganizes itself around her.
The brick wall remembers heat it no longer holds, and the mirror becomes a witness rather than a tool. There is restraint in her posture—hands lowered, shoulders relaxed—not because she is unsure, but because she has nothing left to prove. Light settles on her as if it recognizes its origin, touching her skin with reverence rather than insistence.
This is the kind of beauty that does not announce itself.
It remains.
She carries the warmth of something just passed—sunset, touch, devotion—and even in stillness, she radiates. Not burning. Not flaring. Simply present, and impossibly real.
She lowers her gaze as if listening to something only she can hear.
Sheer light slips through the curtain beside her, diffused and gentle, asking nothing of her body except permission to exist nearby. Her hands gather fabric and breath together, not to hide, but to center. This moment belongs to her alone—quiet, intentional, unobserved even while being seen.
This is not retreat.
It is self-possession.
Radiance narrows here, becoming intimate rather than expansive. What glows is the act of choosing oneself—the calm ritual of holding warmth close, of deciding how much of the world is allowed in.
Some suns do not fill the room.
They stay exactly where she cups them.
She settles into the moment as if it has been waiting for her all along.
The bed holds her with an ease that mirrors her own, while light drapes across her form in unspoken agreement. An arm supports her thought, a shoulder opens naturally, and her gaze meets the room with calm certainty. Nothing reaches beyond itself here; everything rests exactly where it should.
This is not invitation.
It is arrival.
Radiance becomes something stable in this frame—unfussed, unperformed, simply present. What glows is confidence softened by comfort, a warmth that does not seek attention because it already owns the space it occupies.
Some suns do not wander.
They settle, knowing they are home.
Created by Duncan Rawlinson, this image captures a woman in a dimly lit speakeasy, her elegant figure illuminated by a soft, golden glow. The scene explores the blend of contemporary photography and artificial intelligence, presenting a unique visual storytelling experience.
(for some reason flickr wouldn't allow an upload of the full res version of this. full resolution version at link above.)
She opens herself to the air as if it has something to say.
Color sharpens here—cool surroundings answering the heat in her skin, a quiet contrast that makes her glow feel intentional. Her head tilts back, hair caught mid-motion, and the moment stretches between breath taken and breath released. Nothing about her posture asks for permission; it simply follows the path of feeling.
This is not display.
It is response.
The light climbs her body and gathers at her throat and jaw, where awareness turns skyward. She does not chase the warmth; she lets it come to her, knowing it always does. What radiates here is vitality—alive, alert, uncontained.
A sun does not always rest.
Sometimes it rises through her.
In the embrace of blooming flowers, a mother-to-be glows with the love and anticipation of her growing family. A portrait that speaks of beauty, new beginnings, and the joy of motherhood.
By Apolline Photography
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In this quiet moment, a mother and father share a beautiful, intimate connection, awaiting the arrival of their baby with open hearts and eager anticipation. Their love surrounds the growing life within.
By Apolline Photography
#ApollinePhotography #TogetherWeWait #ExpectingParents #PregnancyGlow #ParenthoodJourney #MomAndDad #Regensburg #GermanyPhotography #CapturedWithLove #BellyLove #LoveAndAnticipation #PhotographyLovers #PhotoOfTheDay
Against the wash of window light, she creates a striking interplay of textures—dark lace, bright color, and confident posture forming a single, deliberate statement of presence and design.
She stands as though the river itself paused to look at her.
Not flowing, not retreating—simply remembering.
There is a quiet gravity in her presence, the kind that does not ask to be seen yet reshapes the air around it. She carries the patience of water that has traveled far, touched many stones, and learned which ones were worth keeping. Her gaze is neither invitation nor refusal; it is recognition. As if she knows she belongs to the dream and the dream belongs to her.
She is not posed—she is anchored.
Like a riverbank that has learned the beauty of staying while everything else moves.
To look at her is to understand stillness not as absence, but as mastery.
She does not announce herself as fire —
she simply exists, and the air changes.
Her beauty carries weight, the kind that bends attention inward,
drawing the eye not by demand but by inevitability.
There is a calm to her intensity, a confidence that does not flare wildly,
because it does not need to.
She is the moment before flame becomes obvious —
the quiet certainty that something irreversible has begun.
Not heat as spectacle, but heat as truth.
The kind that stays with you long after you step away.
February 3, 2008. Taken during Janusz Kawa's class "Intimate Portraits" at ICP. Studio strobe through a softbox from upper camera-left.
Wrapped in lace and morning light, she becomes a study in quiet confidence—an elegant balance between vulnerability and poise, rendered in delicate textures and steady gaze.
February 4, 2008. Self-portrait for Janusz Kawa's class "Intimate Portraits" at ICP. Single SB-24 flash on full power, bouncing out of umbrella upper left. Camera on autofocus with IR remote.
I'm as tired as I look.
Created by Duncan Rawlinson, this series of images explores the latent space using photography and artificial intelligence. Each portrait captures the profound expressions and emotions of elders, asking harsh, condescending questions through their gazes. This work blends contemporary photography with digital art, highlighting the rich cultural attire and the depth of human experience. The series, titled "How Could You Be So Naive," challenges the viewer to confront the reality and authenticity of what they see, presenting a striking and provocative visual storytelling experience.
His whole head is full of curls more or less like this one, but this one tends to hide under some looser ones and is simply irresistible when it makes an appearance. This shot was not set up. He was lying on the bed reading and I had to run to get my camera to capture my favorite curl on my favorite man.