Most of the time I am tempted to tell them, actually I tell them, I am my father’s son! Yes, I am my father’s son :), he calls me his son all the time. Growing up with three brothers and in an extended family that has more men than women, you become: ‘a brother’, ‘a nephew’ and that go to boy. I have more guy friends than ladies (dear bae if you are reading this, I still got you at heart), I mean it’s easier being with guys. Being with girls means you have to have some hot gossip, talk about new make up discoveries, clothes and jewellery collections… oh boy, these are things I just need once in a long while.
It’s day one of shoot, everything is set but am a bit nervous. I have thought about this, dreamt about it more than once, convinced myself a million times that I have to…. wait… I must start something new!
A good friend delivered this to me, and let’s just say I wish everyday of this August will be rainy and muddy: I am just too attached, too excited and I won’t stop showing off… Photography : 9th Wonder Boots : Gift 🙂