Yesterday morning I woke up with my man in a beautiful b&b in Milan. We had a cup of green tea and we had a very relaxing shower. We knew we had no time to enjoy that place, we knew it was Monday again and we had to go to work, but we couldn't leave without taking some shots to that beautiful, young sunlight.
Wet hair, tired eyes, no masks, no clothes, still drunk from the weekend, but that's how he could catch my soul, and so here I am.
He is Roberto Girardi, and I'm so proud of him.