With love, from Lillian <3
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, friends! <3
With love, from Lillian <3
There was a lucky Friday the 13th draw for a Christmas Photo session today :) My daughter Lillian picked up the winner for Бг мами в Англия - and it is: Delyana'and Vasil
Congrats to the winner! You could check the video below and I will be waiting for you in my home-studio to capture some beautiful images of your baby and have lots of fun! HO-HO-HOOOOO :))
For all others who would like to have a Baby session done, please have a look at the Christmas sessions page for more info.
I love fairy-tales and I've always wanted to recreate The Little Match Girl in photos. The time has come and here it is. I loved the experience we had. It was cold and windy but full of laugh and lovely moments while shooting. And I'm very happy with the result. Too bad it was very windy (as always in London) and I couldn't get a photo with a lit match. That would be nice. Huge thank you to Rebeca Ducros, the little 3.5 years old girl who was chosen by voting to take part in this project. Thank you Marina (her mom) for the help, too!
For those who don't remember the fairytale well, now it's time to read it again, and after the story there's a link to the video I uploaded on Youtube. It's magical!
Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.
One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.
She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!
The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.
In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.
Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.
She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.
"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.
She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.
"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.
But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.
Hope you liked the photos and felt the magic of the fairytale. There are lots more photos in the video clip I uploaded on YouTube. Enjoy!
Have you ever noticed you don't have as many photos as your other family members do? Have you ever caught yourself saying "No, don't photograph me now!" ... my hair's having a bad day, or my tummy's bigger today, or I don't like my hands, or I don't like ... list is endless. Oh, well, I could tell you, almost every woman is like that, it's not only you. But the truth is that every single woman is so beautiful but she just doesn't see it. And when I say that, I really mean it. The perfect moment to photograph yourself will never come the way you want it. The perfect moment is now! You live today and today you are more beautiful than ever before. Time will not come back. We may get slimmer or bigger, older and never younger, become a wife, mom or grandma and today is always the best time to capture the moments that will be gone forever ...
I promise you to see the best photographs ever done of yourself. I promise you to see the person you are - in a shining, feminine and glamorous way! Feel special! Feel a woman!
For more photos and information have a look at Glamour Portraits page and check if there isn't any Running Promotion for that session.
Book now! Feel gorgeous now!
I'm really happy I had the opportunity to photograph these adorable newborn twins. They were 6 weeks old but as they were born 5 weeks premature I still had the chance to do some of the cute newborn poses. It was harder to do, as everything was x2 :) But so rewarding! Mom and dad were very helpful holding baskets, make them sleepy and supporting their heads and I managed to do some really beautiful photos of those adorable boys.
I'm always trying to offer only the best 30-40 photos from the session in an online gallery for mom and dad to choose from, but this time I had to send more than 80 photos because I just couldn't delete any more. That was a hard week for mom and dad to pick up their best 15, so here they are.
I hope you liked them. Real cuteness ... x2 :)
Little sweet Angelina was the first newborn in my new studio in West London. I knew her since she was in her mom's tummy as she came for a Maternity photo session.
It took us about 4 hours to take the photos, have breaks and use as much props as possible, as she wasn't in a sleepy mood at all. Her mom is a photographer as well. We made Angelina sleepy, I posed her carefully and we both started shooting ... for 2 minutes, until she started crying again. Yes, that's why Newborn session take long, they need time but the final images are more than gorgeous!
I love her little sweet lips!
... and feet :) Absolutely adorable baby!
Desislava Vasileva photographer at Serendipity Photo Studios
I've been always passionate about photography. Being a stock photographer for the last 7 years brought a lot of knowledge and perfection to my images. My work has been published on websites, billboards, books and all kind of advertisements around the world.