Days In Gold Tint

My happiest memories live between spring and fall. I’m not the only one who shares this sentiment. We thirst for summer. It’s our escape from the suits, bosses, cubicles, classrooms. We live “alive” in those months. The long days...the short, fiery romances... clothes stripped down...youthful exuberance on display (whether young or old). Vibrant human moments unfold under this golden light and I’m drawn to the transitory nature of bliss that creeps into us all. Recently, I submerged myself into the italian culture with the aim to capture stories that embody the sun-drenched moments of my summers past. I seeked the candid, the free in spirit, the lovers in love, the young at heart. And it came in abundance.