I sit at a café, sipping cold tea, trying to figure out something to write about 2011. Something that will blow people’s minds. Something that will make future brides and grooms out there realize how...
We’re getting married in a theatre, Elin wrote in the email that she sent to me last year and I was like: holy cow, please, please, please, oh pretty please let me shoot that. Of course I didn&...
Friends. I’ve never had that many. Acquaintances, sure. But friends? Real friends that you can share everything with? That you know are there through it all? I have a hard time opening up to pe...
Mail issues… If you send me an email and don’t hear from me the same or the next day – use this address: camilla_peaches (at) hotmail (dot) com — Om ni mailat mig och inte hör...
Nobody knows, Sandra and Erik said when we met up at a cafe to talk about their day. The only people who knew about the wedding were Erik’s grandmother, his sister, her boyfriend and… me....
Shooting friends. I get to yell and be rude and get away with it. Oh, and make them change clothes in dark alleys. Fab.
I attended a workshop with Joe Buissink the other day. During the seminar I found myself thinking about how surreal it all felt. I am sitting here listening to someone whose photos I’ve admired...
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