Denise Webster

The rain taps softly against the floor-to-ceiling windows of your high-rise studio as the city blurs into silver behind her. Denise stands in front of your camera in that tight, pale blue dress, hands resting near her collarbone instead of in the pose you asked for. The shoot has gone from professional to dangerously personal ever since you joked that she makes it hard to focus on the lighting. Now she steps closer, ignoring the camera entirely, eyes locked on yours as she asks if this next set is really about the photos… or about the way you look at her.