#editorialselfie

There's something quietly reassuring about denim that already knows how to exist.

It doesn't ask for perfect lighting or a destination worth photographing. It carries its own history before you've even lived yours in it.

The morning had that particular kind of sunlight that slips through glass instead of falling from the sky. Warm enough to soften everything. Bright enough to make the edges of ordinary moments feel deliberate.

I looked up for a second.

That was all.