Form, Line & Shadow.
Quiet observations of the human figure, shaped by shadow, line, and intent.
Carried Aloft on the Wings of the Breeze - Anne Brontë 1842
Held Fast in Shadow and Resolve
First among women, sovereign of thirst and flesh, she holds no master but her own will.
An Embrace of Fur and Flesh
A Quiet Study in Strength and Identity
Inscriptions Upon the Living Form
A Covenant of Rope and Flesh
Gaëlle, in lace and motion, held between gesture and stillness.
Refraction
Aude as Ophelia, adrift in the hush before the dark.
Form and Force
Gaëlle, arched in fern and tension, like the forest remembering a body.
In Flight from All That Was Ordinary
The Rose and the Rat - A body, a bloom, a thing once living.
Gaelle, veiled in silence, as if forgetting the shape of light.
Laetitia, half in shadow, where form forgets its name.
Arc of Grace. Where the body curves, elegance lingers and grace takes flight.
Held in Silence, strength marked but not defined by its scars.
Aude - dressed in shadows and bone.
Laurie, singing with skin instead of sound.
The stillness of her gaze carried the memory of wings.
Gravity, briefly forgotten.
She stood in the memory of summer, dressed in light and straw.
She hovered between balance and breath, each curve speaking.
She lifted her eyes, carrying the last bloom of summer.
Wrapped in lace and loss, she held what once was offered.
Feathers caught in her hair, and secrets in her eyes.
She offers up whispers wrapped in lace and light.
She Knelt in the Soft Reproof of Silence
She Offered Her Hand to the Quiet
Her Silence Held Between the Ropes
Her Shadow Cast in Smoke and Silk
A Modern Muse in Timeless Light
The Whispered Dance of Self
The Jester’s Quiet Lament
A Meeting of Souls in Quiet Light
She Stands, Defiant and Unadorned
The Veil That Holds a Thousand Stories
Where Thought and Silence Meet
The Tender Guard of Hidden Thought
She Offered Her Hand to the Quiet
The Quiet Strength of Rebellion
Her Shadow Cast in Smoke and Silk
In Lace and Shadow, She Stands
Beneath the Mask, the Smoke Lingers Still
The Silent Sentinel in a Cloud of Haze
A Whisper of Smoke, a Veil of Protection
Smoke and Shadows on the Ladder’s Frame
A Flicker of Smoke, a Quiet Strength
Between Ladder Rungs and Lingering Smoke, She Pauses
The Muse by the Cabane de Pêcheur — Whisper of the Ancien Temps
Beneath the Ciel Gris, Where Water Meets Silence
A Reverie at the Cabane de Pêcheur — Shadows of L’Âge Ancien
Embraced by salt and sun, the body finds its voice
Grace laid bare upon weathered timbers
Murmurs lost in windswept solitude
Veil undone by the breath of the dunes
A Quiet Offering Beneath Time’s Gaze
A quiet balance of grace and strength, carved by time and will.
Art Nude: Wet Plate Collodion
Each portrait is an intimate dialogue, between the subject, the camera, the process, and the moment.
The slowness of wet plate photography asks something of both of us: to be still, to be present, to trust.
There’s no rushing it. The exposure is long, the chemistry is unpredictable, and nothing is hidden. What you get isn’t perfection—it’s something far more real. A hand-poured image, fixed in silver and ether, with all the softness and strength of the human form laid bare.
These photographs couldn’t exist without the people who step in front of the lens. Their openness, vulnerability, and quiet confidence are at the heart of the work. Without the muse, there is no image—no emotion, no story.
For us, this is about returning to something honest. About slowing down, paying attention, and making something lasting. These images aren’t just about how we look, they’re about how we feel.
Something that doesn’t ask to be scrolled past, but to be held, seen, and remembered.