I had the pleasure of photographing Frances on her last evening spent in her summer home. Most of the room had been packed away and everything was positively glowing under the late afternoon sun. It was a little cube made of whitewashed wood and brick-red windows, a private haven disconnected from the rest of Berkeley. With all the clutter and noise in the surrounding city, this was Frances’ escape, a secret sanctuary.
The act of showing up on her doorstep, catching up on the last three dreamy, homework-less summer months, and capturing small moments in the comfort of her own space was a wonderful experience. We shot these photos entirely for ourselves, without pressure from collaborators, school projects, or clients. I didn't have a vision for this shoot, I didn’t spend time on the internet researching inspiration, I didn't craft a narrative that I was intent on achieving. Letting go and leaving the act of creation to spontaneity felt unusual and foreign in light of the past months, but it was a refreshing and much-needed reminder that there's nothing quite like personal projects with great friends.
Great friends. Frances is one of those friends who you absolutely never get to see enough, but each time you pick back up it’s as if you’d talked yesterday. She always has something interesting to say and she’s a generous listener; you certainly don’t find both in everyone. All things considered, this wasn’t as much a shoot as it was the two of us just hanging out and exchanging life updates, reminiscing about a summer well spent. Every time we reunite in between our busy schedules, I’m so lucky to be able to make meaningful work with someone so genuine and compassionate. Thanks Frances, I’m all smiles.