THAT ARNOLD

Somewhere between “sunset photoshoot” and “well… the bikini top is definitely gone now.”

Early morning in Tenerife, 16 September 2024.

We’d already been shooting for a while, moving between spots and chasing the light. Nothing unusual, just working through ideas.

Then she climbed out of the water like this.

No direction. No reset. No “do that again.”

It was one of those moments where you realize you don’t need to add anything. You just frame it and try not to mess it up.

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That’s what people say when they see the photos.

The beach. The sun. The lifestyle. Shooting with beautiful girls in bikinis… or without bikinis.

And I get it. From the outside, it really does look like luck.

But what you don’t see is everything that came before that. The decisions, the risks, the hundreds of messages that got ignored. The moments where nothing was happening yet… but I kept going anyway.

And slowly, things started changing.

Not because I got lucky. Because I didn’t stop.

Wrote a short piece about that phase 👇

thatarnold.com/heatwave/you-are-so-lucky

Hot summer day. Playa Sidi Saler, Valencia.

The kind of heat that doesn’t just sit on your skin… it stays there.

No wind. No shade. Just sun, salt, and that slow feeling of everything melting into the moment.

We found a beach shower and stopped for a second. Nothing planned. Just cooling off.

Then Silvia stepped under the water.

Close up. Droplets everywhere. Sunlight catching everything just right.

And yeah… I remember exactly what I was thinking in that moment.

Some shots don’t need much.

P.S. If you like this kind of story, I write more on the HEATWAVE DIARIES.

This wasn’t supposed to be a photo.

It was just one of those in-between moments… sunscreen, sand everywhere, the sea right there, nothing planned.

And somehow those always end up being the ones that stick.

Arnold ✌🏼

P.S. If you’re into the stories behind these moments… I write them all out in my Heatwave Diaries. It’s basically where everything gets unpacked a bit more.

This started as a simple sunrise shoot… and then something shifted.

At some point there were flying bikini tops… and I wasn’t entirely sure if I was still working or just reacting.

One of those moments where you either stop it… or let it happen.

Still don’t know if I made the “right” call.

Throwback to a morning where everything shifted.

No plan. No control. Just a moment that kind of took over.

Still not sure if I handled it like a photographer… or just someone who didn’t want to miss what was happening.

Wrote a bit more about that morning here:

This wasn’t even supposed to be a shoot.

Raquel had texted me earlier that day to see if I wanted to hang out, play some beach tennis… just a normal summer afternoon in Ibiza.

We spent the whole day out there, and towards sunset, when the light started getting soft, we looked at each other like… yeah, let’s take a few photos as well.

She was still wearing the same bikini she’d had on all day. Probably the smallest one I’ve ever seen.

And yeah… this is what came out of that moment.

27 August 2022. Ibiza.

There’s a moment right before you look away.

📁 From the archives. 21 July 2023. Mar.

This is what that day felt like.

📁 From the archives. 13 April 2024. Rosangelina.

It wasn’t because she took her bikini top off.

That’s what I thought at first.

But it started way earlier.

In the way she got into the car.

In how easy it felt within minutes.

In how she looked at me like we’d known each other for years… even though we had just met.

There’s a moment where something shifts.

Not loud. Not obvious.

Just… real.

And you don’t notice it at the time.

You only see it later, in the photos.

That’s what I understand now.

Sensuality doesn’t start when clothes come off.

It starts in the energy.

In the comfort.

In how someone exists when they’re not trying.

And when it’s that natural…

it’s very easy to fall for it.

Cala Bassa, Ibiza.

Carole and I realised pretty quickly that speaking our native Flemish together changed the whole vibe. Same humour, same rhythm, no translating needed. Everything felt lighter. Easier.

Then she walked straight into the sea wearing that shirt.

A shirt that clearly never stood a chance once water got involved.

I didn’t ask why. I didn’t stop her either. Some moments don’t need logic. They just need a camera and a bit of trust.

Salt on skin, sun on wet fabric, laughter in between shots. Afterwards we went for breakfast like this was the most normal thing in the world, agreeing that somehow it made more sense in the water than it ever would have on land.

Some photos tell you exactly what happened.

Others just leave you with questions.

And honestly, that’s usually my favourite part.

This is Sara, somewhere on the boardwalk in Mareny Blau, holding a bag of chips that’s almost bigger than her future and wearing a That Arnold crop top that was… ambitious.

No styling team.

No planning.

Just a beach cooler on one shoulder, questionable snack choices, and that look that says she’s either about to cause trouble or already has.

For the record: the top does fit.

Just… conceptually.

Yes, it’s my merch.

Yes, it exists in the real world.

And yes, moments like this are exactly why I started HEATWAVE Diaries in the first place.

The stories behind the photos. The chaos. The in-between moments that weren’t supposed to happen but absolutely did.

Not apologizing to the laws of physics.

They started it.

Hot September afternoon just outside Valencia.

Rocío drove about forty minutes to meet a stranger with a camera and climb around some rocks by the sea.

Totally normal behavior. Obviously.

She was a bit nervous at first.

Not much experience posing. Very aware of the camera.

And honestly… I love that it shows.

That serious, slightly distant look wasn’t a pose. It was her settling into the moment. Calm. Focused. A little guarded.

Which somehow made it way hotter.

The swimsuit isn’t doing anything crazy.

No tricks. No drama.

It just fits her. Spanish sun, warm skin, quiet waves, and that expression that says:

“I know you’re all about to have opinions.”

We shot. We talked. We took breaks. We let the heat pass and let the day do its thing.

Sometimes the best photos happen right before someone fully relaxes.

Go easy on her.

Or don’t. I think she expected it 😉

If you’re into the stories behind days like this, I write about them in the Heatwave Diaries.

Not selling. Just sharing the moments that linger a little longer than the photos.

We took a slow day trip to Montanejos.

One of those unreal places near Valencia where the water looks fake and everyone swears they’re just there for a quiet picnic.

Yami floated.

I photographed.

Inflatables finally fulfilled their destiny.

Somewhere between the floatie drifting past and the sun hitting just right, every dad became deeply invested in the water temperature, a few teenage boys suddenly forgot how volume works, and nobody remembered why they originally came.

She has that kind of energy.

Effortless.

Dangerous.

Completely unbothered.

We did eat the picnic.

We did take photos.

We did drive home exhausted and slightly sun-fried.

If you like this kind of chaos, I write about days like this in the Heatwave Diaries. No pressure. Just stories, photos, and the kind of summer moments that definitely weren’t supposed to happen.

Tenerife cliffs. Warm wind. Everything calm.

And then Yami just casually loosened the bikini like it was nothing and suddenly the whole scene belonged to her.

I swear she does this just to check whether my heart is still functioning properly.

And yes… let’s just say there are versions of this shot where her hands were not this polite. Those live safely on Patreon, because Tumblr is not ready for that chaos yet 😅

El Saler, Valencia.

One of those afternoons where the light feels like honey and time slows down just enough to make you wonder if life is actually supposed to feel this good.

Then Susana shows up in this red swimsuit, with that calm confidence, that soft little smile that says she doesn’t even realize how magnetic she is. She’s playful without trying. Elegant without effort. The kind of presence that makes the world around her feel quieter and somehow brighter at the same time.

Sometimes photography isn’t about poses or direction.

Sometimes it’s about meeting someone who is the moment.

And you simply try not to mess it up.

Spain doesn’t play fair.