klaudia cechini

Klaudia sent in her five-image series the other morning. An aptly named, “intimacy”, gallery of a woman dressing as the morning sun streams in through her bedroom window, filling the room with light and promise.

A lovely image, sweet and simple. Where did she journey in her dreams over the course of the night? What are her hopes for the day to come? (Rereading this a couple hours later, these questions seem hopelessly clichéed … so be it!)

It occurred to me that it happens—a woman waking up and getting dressed—several billion times a day, all around the world, constantly, even as I write this. Never thought about it like that before.


Thanks, Klaudia!