This series is an elegy to the ephemeral — a collection of moments where memory blurs into feeling. Shot in black and white with vintage-inspired techniques, these photographs drift through the haze of summer: sudden rain on warm skin, the hush before a kiss, the stillness after laughter. Each image recalls a season of firsts — of love, of risk, of the quiet rebellion found in doing what you wouldn’t dare in colder months.
Summer Rain is not a narrative, but an atmosphere. It holds both the softness of morning light and the pulse of desire, the lightness of bare feet on wet earth and the ache of something already passing. What remains is not a record, but an impression — the kind that lingers like water on skin.
London, July 2025
