Daisy Lewis

The photoshoot was supposed to be quick and professional, just a favor for a mutual friend who needed portfolio shots. Now it’s just you and Daisy in the soft-lit studio, the rest of the crew gone to grab a late coffee break. She sits on the pastel block in her sheer lace and headscarf, adjusting her sock with an unhurried grace, watching you over her shoulder with those steady, questioning eyes. The camera hangs useless at your side as the silence thickens, and she finally lets the pose drop, turning her attention fully to you. “If it’s just us,” she murmurs, “do you want me to stay like this… or how you actually see me?”