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My take on a shot by JenniPenni.

Andddddd J is for "Just Wondering"

 

:D

Finally going home today! I'll miss my grandparents, yes, but I have limited props and wardrobe here! It was killing me!

 

Um.. this was supposed to be a bit ironic.. I feel like too many are taking it seriously. Giving me the meaning of life! I mean, I adore everyone's opinions, htough :)

Dress: Max Studio

 

Cardigan: Paul Smith

 

Shoes: Target

 

Belt: Target

 

Pin: Made by myself

 

Blogged: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/03/green.html#comments

I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm. ― Benedict Smith

 

"Live Free" - I made this image exclusively for the Sony Female Alpha Grant and it is made to represent what Alpha Means to me. Here is the behind the scenes video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=SX3v8cTIQNw

 

🌠 Do you believe in something BADLY enough to get it? Do you trust in yourself enough to follow that little guiding voice inside of you? The one who gently nudges you on the path that you should be taking? 🌌

 

To the courageous women who applied for the Sony Female Alpha Creator-In-Residence grant – I applaud you. It was a hard application and one that took a lot of thought and no time for second-guessing. It was an opportunity to uncover a part of yourself and see how far you could test your limits. It was a chance to really sit down and think about who you are, where you are going and what you want in this life.

 

I am grateful for that opportunity. I am grateful to have learned so much about myself in those 14 days that I just worked away for over 10 hours a day writing, proofing, re-recording, shooting and just trusting that I deserved this chance. I learned that there is a community of amazing women out there who support each other in their journeys. I learned that there is a company out there who believe in ME and MY dreams. I learned to never back down from a dream and that it is NEVER too late to BE BOLD and FEARLESSLY pursue your dreams. I stand for that WHOLEHEARTEDLY. It took me the better part of 11 years to get here but I refuse to give up. There is so much in store for us if we just choose to believe in our own power. So I extend my hand out to you and ask: What is it that YOU want MOST in this world and how can we work together to get there?

 

🌠 Be bold, be brave, be fearless – your dreams are waiting 🌠

Unhealthy Routine (1/3 in my Masquerade series)

 

Prints: www.adbrucephotos.com/

Full Blog: www.fiercelypowerful.com/masquerade/

Twelve a Year: May

 

"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with them."

 

Started a group on Flickr for those who would like to join the "Twelve a Year" challenge.

www.flickr.com/groups/3186229@N21/

 

How can you photograph a place that has had countless photographs taken from every angle possible? My personal answer is that you cannot. Anything you have thought of as being creative or different has most likely already been done. When I go to locations that have had so many before me I only think of one thing, "Did I execute what I wanted to portray?" If the answer is yes, then that is all I care about. That I created what I intended to. And so here is my version of Yosemite.

 

Inspired by someone that reminded me of the wild within me.

 

Twelve a Year May 2020

 

Started a group on Flickr for those who would like to join the "Twelve a Year" challenge.

www.flickr.com/groups/3186229@N21/

An AI recreation of "Portrait of a Woman by Georgios Lakovidis" using the CED Photography process method.

If you want more updates over the year follow me at www.instagram.com/jamenpercy

Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/10/black-and-white....

Skirt: Anthropologie

 

Shirt: Vintage

 

Shoes: Madden Girl

 

Necklace: Vintage

 

Belt: Vintage

“For all that I feel inside, I’m not ready to share; not ready to shine.”

 

www.instagram.com/adbrucephotos/

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.”

― Jim Morrison

 

A recreation of Claire de Bearn, Duchess of Vallombrosa by Franz Xavier Winterhalter using the CED Photography process.

Lake Wales is located in Central Florida

Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/07/yellow-polka-dot...

 

Top: Target (Children's department)

 

Skirt: Anthropologie

 

Belt: Ambassador Roberta

 

Shoes: Richard Tyler

 

Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/08/tights-.html

 

Dress: Tulle

 

Shoes: White mt

 

Tights: Target

 

“ Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place. ”

― Rumi

 

I can honestly say, this has to be one of my favorite quotes. New image “Sorrow”.

What is an emotion that you are connecting with the most right now?

Read my unexpected encounter with sorrow on the blog: www.photographythrive.com/sorrow/

Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/07/inpired-by-red-r...

 

Dress: Forever 21

Shoes: Xhilaration (from Target)

Hairband: Anthropologie

 

Bold woman in stylish black outfit stands confidently against vibrant abstract backdrop.

A woman with striking red hair poses confidently in a black leather outfit. The dynamic abstract background features colorful swirls and splashes of paint, creating an energetic atmosphere with the effect of her red hair seemingly flowing into the painting.

 

# 🎨 *The Painting in the Artist*

 

In a gallery tucked between the steel veins of the city, where concrete met canvas and neon flirted with nostalgia, she stood—unapologetically bold, a living brushstroke against a riot of color. Her name was Sera, and she wasn’t just in the painting. She was the painting.

 

Clad in a sleek black leather outfit that clung to her like a second skin, Sera’s presence was magnetic. Her red hair cascaded in waves, catching the gallery lights and seeming to bleed into the abstract backdrop behind her—an explosion of swirling color, splashes of electric blue, citrus orange, and fuchsia that danced like emotion made visible. The painting behind her was hers, but it was also her mirror.

 

She had painted it in a fevered burst of self-expression, each stroke a declaration of defiance, each swirl a rebellion against conformity. The canvas was large, almost overwhelming, but it bowed to her presence. Viewers didn’t just admire the art—they felt it, as if her confidence had seeped into the pigments themselves.

 

Sera’s pose was deliberate: chin lifted, one hand on her hip, the other relaxed, fingers stained with dried paint. Her black jacket, tailored and edgy, framed her like punctuation in a sentence of color. She didn’t smile, but her eyes held a spark—an invitation to see not just the art, but the artist. Not just the woman, but the force.

 

Around her, the gallery buzzed with murmurs and admiration. Some called it street art elevated to high fashion. Others saw emotional depth in the chaos. But all agreed on one thing: Sera had turned the act of painting into performance, and the performance into portraiture.

 

She was the muse and the maker, the canvas and the color. In a world that often-demanded softness, she chose sharpness. In a culture that prized subtlety, she embraced spectacle. And in that moment, framed by her own creation, she reminded everyone that true artistry isn’t just about what you make—it’s about who you dare to be.

   

Skirt: Anthropologie

Blouse: Love Stitch

Cardigan: Ann taylor

Shoes: Predictions

Belt: Anthropologie

Headband: Anthropologie

Earrings: Vintage

 

Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/04/mademoiselle-els...

"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one." ― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

  

What are your thoughts? Do you like it better?

 

If I could, I would tell you this: you think you’re starting the adventure of your life; just don’t lose yourself along the way.

Not everything is meant to last forever.

And that’s alright.

Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/06/inpired-by-green...

Top: Love Stitch

Skirt: Jones NY

Shoes: Remix

Belt: Anthropologie

Tiny Gold earrings: I got them in NY so long ago!

 

Elegant twins in stunning black outfits pose against a floral backdrop in a luxurious setting

 

Two elegant women stand confidently in coordinating black outfits, showcasing intricate designs. They pose against a vivid floral backdrop, exuding glamour and sophistication.

 

"Mirrors in Bloom"

 

In the hush of a summer garden,

where red roses spill their velvet secrets,

two figures stand—

twin reflections of elegance,

draped in black like midnight’s own couture.

 

Their gowns, intricate as whispered vows,

trace the language of design

in every seam and shimmer.

Gold-threaded accessories catch the light,

a constellation scattered across silk.

 

Behind them, a floral backdrop bursts—

vivid colors in full celebration,

petals framing their poise

like a painter’s final, perfect stroke.

 

They pose with the ease of those

who know the power of presence—

chic silhouettes carved against

a riot of summer bloom.

Confidence is their shared crown,

grace their unspoken bond.

 

The air hums with modernity and memory,

luxury and life intertwined.

They are not merely dressed—

they are *composed*,

each detail a note in a symphony

of style, charm, and self-expression.

 

In this moment,

the world sees not just two women,

but a singular vision—

mirrored beauty,

framed in flowers,

etched in the language of high fashion.

  

That moment

that call

that voice

those words

I hold my breath

close my eyes

try to shut it out

But that voice

unyieldingly keeps talking

asking me, ”do you understand?”

and I give up

gasp for air

heart pounding

taking it in

every syllable

crystal clear

piercing my heart

word after word

That moment

relentlessly returning

dimming each day

drilling through the darkness of the night

Twilight,

neverending

one moment in time

 

Copyright © 2018 Annie Weibull

Day 27 of my iPhone only 365 days project

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