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Sun-bleached...
Zero shade, zero air conditioning, and sand in absolutely everything.
The Sahara doesn't care about your itinerary or your comfort zone, and that’s exactly why I love it. It’s brutal out there... Dragging yourself up those dunes is a completely different kind of muscle burn than a late-night studio session, and the heat feels like an actual, physical weight pressing down on you.
No concrete, no city streetlights. Just me, the lens, and an endless stretch of absolute nowhere. We’re out here hunting for that perfect, unforgiving lighting, and the desert is definitely delivering. Sweat, grit, and golden hour.
Oh, and a quick note to my photographer... A little warning that the Sahara sun was completely x-raying my shirt would have been nice. Just crawling up a dune blissfully oblivious to the silhouette situation happening! Whatever, we'll call it high fashion.
Gee




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