Sometimes I believe I was born too late, that I would be better off in the nineteenth century or in the Celtic or Viking era. I do live in sort off magical place, with a lot of Victorian castles that invoke daydreams about times past. Good thing is, they will usually let me have photoshoots whenever I want.
I wish I could be surrounded with nature, freedom and magic, walk in the rain it the enchanted forest and sail on the Viking ship. I don’t feel comfortable in the modern world, estranged, busy people and noise, which is why I take refuge in books. In my country, that is so censored and close minded, books are my way to escape.
I take refuge in magical worlds of Howard David Johnson, Cicely Mary Barker, Rackham, J.R. Tolkien and George R. Martin and often get lost in poems by William Blake or E.A. Poe and Oscar Wilde.
I am a romantic soul, a free heart and I’m still waiting for magic.
