In the garden there was nothing which was not quite like themselves – nothing which did not understand the wonderfulness of what was happening to them.

The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

Garden Spells, Sarah Addison Allen

The dogs days of summer with three dogs and a few cats. It must’ve been the hottest day of the year when we did this shoot, which made it all the more easier to do away with tension and clothes. Thank you Cherry and Ian for the pancakes and Palawan honey – they were as sweet and as delicious as you two!

There are
So many positions of
Love:
Each curve on a branch,
The thousand different ways
Your eyes can embrace us,
The infinite shapes your
Mind can draw,
The spring
Orchestra of scents,
The currents of light combusting
Like passionate lips,
The revolution of Existence’s skirt
Whose folds contain other worlds.

The Gift, Hafiz of Shiraz

Its fragrant, delicate petals open fully and are ready to fall, without regret or disillusion, after only a day in the sun. It is so every summer.  

Rachel Peden

In me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

Stephanie Perkins

They say you can’t beat Wellington on a good day, but what a world of wonder it becomes in the blue gray summer haze. Rain, gloom and a bit of jet fuel all worked in our favor. Thank you Jay (or as I like to call him, Kuya), Clarence, Chris, Danny, Gareth and Tod! Here are scenes from Throw It To The Fire‘s debut EP shoot.

It’s an experience like no other, chiaroscuro in notes.

Throw It To The Fire

I am you; you are me. You are the waves; I am the ocean. Know this and be free, be divine.

Sri Sathya Sai Baba

But as time passes, my body quiets, my mind slows to match the stillness and I start to hear something else. The crater. The island. The sound comes not as sound, but through the rough sand under my hands, the slow gradations of color.

“Quiet,” Edward Readicker-Henderson (Hana Hou)

When I can’t hear my body anymore, I touch my wrist. My heart moves in time with something at the edge of sensation, a disturbance of the field. Maybe it’s the vibration of distant waves coming ashore. Maybe it’s just the island breathing. I’ve never heard anything like it. I probably never will again. I sit for as long as the quiet lasts, feeling my pulse, or maybe the pulse of Haleakala. Or maybe, just now, they’re the same.

“Quiet,” Edward Readicker-Henderson (Hana Hou)

A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything.

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.

Jorge Luis Borges

In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

 One is not born a woman, one becomes one.

Simone de Beauvoir

Shot on location at North Greenhills for Cece Smith: The Premiere Collection – Urban Opulence. Makeup by Monique Jaramillo-Señeres. Hair and styling by designer Agee Stella Dee. Kiera is wearing Cece Smith. You can see more of the Premiere Collection on Novermber 12, Saturday at M Cafe, Greenbelt 4, Makati for the Empresario Holiday Trunkshow (tickets are available at http://www.jotform.com/empresariomanila/eticket).