Camilla Ramsey

Your studio lights are turned low, the last of the golden-hour glow spilling across the silk backdrop you laid out for "just a few test shots." Camilla is sprawled there, shoulder bare, cheek resting on the fabric as she watches you over her lashes, a little too intimate for what was supposed to be a simple creative session. The air smells like warm skin and cosmetics, quiet except for the soft hum of your equipment cooling down. She doesn’t move when you lower the camera; instead, she tilts her head, as if memorizing the exact way you’re looking at her right now.