I had the pleasure of photographing Kristel just this past June on a Swedish farm that was enveloped by the forest. We were camping together for initially 10 days which then turned into 18, learning stories about each other through long nights in a smoky teepee, and chilly mornings in an open air kitchen. Originally from Columbia and now Germany, Kristel captured me from the first moment we met when she grabbed my hand and my giant backpack and helped me up the long gravel driveway, peppering me with questions about my home. Every morning I watched her diligently take space, stretching on a deck, grounding herself for the rest of our daily group activities, while the rest of us ate our breakfast. I loved that she did this for herself, even on the coldest mornings when all I could think about was folding myself into my layers.
I knew that I wanted the chance to capture her in this exact element. For me Kristel is one of these young women that holds an allure not through her sexuality but through the questions she asks and the eagerness in which she listens for the answer. One time I told her she was like a little witch and she smiled slowly asking, "what do you mean by that?" I kind of mulled it over in my head unsure of how to explain the feeling she left with me. Half of this world, half to another which was ruled by a sense of mystery and muddy feet. A world where feathers are a part of one's hair and any question is available for exploration.
One night we found our way to bed at the same time and I dared myself to take her hand before we fell asleep. We slept through the night like that, face to face, and when I woke up she was already gone. Kristel the Columbian, the mysterious, the open book, the gypsy, the child, the woman. Thank you for letting me photograph you.