Paradise
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Production ' Paradise '
- Photography: @historiasqueempiezanconunsi
- Model: @patriciaguijarro_
- Makeup artist: @paula.promakeup
- Hairdresser: @ana.diazcalero
- Space: @dehesabolanos @ alfonsocatering
- Production, creative idea and styling: @estrella.albendea
- Headdresses: @ masario.es
- Jewelry: @acus_complementos (except the one with the leaves + lilac dress and the gold ones + navy blue dress).
- Bags: @clem_complementos
- Lilac dress and polka dot set: @brunacoleccion
Text:
Star Albendea
This is the story that inspired the production created by Estrella Albendea:
Carmina only thought about summer. It was her favorite season, the one with the best memories.
brought him, the one who had given him moments with fascinating people and the reason why
the one who worked twice as hard when his vacation was approaching.
He closed his eyes and saw himself in his grandmother's beloved house, his personal paradise and the
a place that let her be herself.
When it was 3:00 p.m. that Wednesday, not a minute more, not a minute more.
At least, he decided that his days off were beginning, without giving up one more hour for
first time in a long time and to be 100% with his grandmother in the place
that had earned a place in his heart. In Jerez there was that corner in
the one that the matriarch had created an entire home, after her parents had already done so.
own grandparents. He took the car, drove for hours and discovered two
things: how much he needed that return and how the hug to his family had been
turned into the best of medicines. Upon arrival, seeing the field of sunflowers was the
the best prelude I could hope for. That was promising.
Carmina only thought about summer. It was her favorite season, the one with the best memories.
brought him, the one who had given him moments with fascinating people and the reason why
the one who worked twice as hard when his vacation was approaching.
He closed his eyes and saw himself in his grandmother's beloved house, his personal paradise and the
a place that let her be herself.
When it was 3:00 p.m. that Wednesday, not a minute more, not a minute more.
At least, he decided that his days off were beginning, without giving up one more hour for
first time in a long time and to be 100% with his grandmother in the place
that had earned a place in his heart. In Jerez there was that corner in
the one that the matriarch had created an entire home, after her parents had already done so.
own grandparents. He took the car, drove for hours and discovered two
things: how much he needed that return and how the hug to his family had been
turned into the best of medicines. Upon arrival, seeing the field of sunflowers was the
the best prelude I could hope for. That was promising.
Text: Star Albendea
