I had the urge to just DO something. A burning sensation in my stomach to just pick up my camera and capture something real.

The girl in the pictures is my friend Tilde (Matilde Rasmussen), a girl who I had gotten to know through mutuals. When I went to photography-school I contacted her the first time and asked if she wanted to model for me. It isn’t just that her looks are amazing, her natural red hair and skin covered in freckles. Tildes personality and spirit is just simply wonderful and it’s always a great joy to be around her.

I immediately called Tilde when I decided that I had to do a small photoshoot. It must have been one of the coldest days that winter. I wanted to keep it simple, no hair or makeup, just Tilde. So we just headed out with my camera and one of my moms antique chairs to a field just opposite my house. Frost covered the grass, we were freezing like crazy and smoked too many cigarettes to keep ourselves warm (for some reason I believe that cigarettes keeps me warmer).

It was such a thrill every time I pressed the button and took a picture. All the anxiety I had felt before, about my life, my photography, the pressure on me, it just flew out of the window, and I could really get into the moment and create. Just be me.

It wasn’t until this autumn that I drew the lines on the pictures. And here comes the tricky part to explain why. Basically, I just ”felt” like it. I felt to almost ”destroy” the pictures, give them an imperfection. And to enlighten the emotions in them. The expression ”fine lines” might most commonly be recognizes in the situation when ”someone crosses the line” or when ”it’s a fine line between right and wrong”. It can be many things. I crossed my own lines, emotionally and literally. Good ways and bad ways. It’s pretty personal for me I guess, the lines that had been crossed in my life, so I wanted to put that in there. Sort of mark the pictures with scars.

Credits:

Photography and words by Pauline Suzor