Un solo nombre, one name, full presence. One name was about all the concept this needed, a good face, decent light, and someone who knew exactly how to hold the frame.

We found this doorway and the whole thing wrote itself. Deep red stucco wall, an old paneled wood door, ivy spilling down both sides of the frame. Zammy in black lingerie with a pair of dark feathered wings, a tall bow in one hand, a little heart hanging off the tip of it, black heels planted on the step. Cupid, more or less, played with a straight face.

I love a location that does half the styling for you. All that red and green boxed her right into the center, so I just framed it square and let her stand there and own it. She did not oversell the wings or the bow, she just held the look, dead steady, like she had been standing in that doorway all afternoon waiting for me to catch up. One name. That was plenty.