A stormy afternoon with Asia’s Next Top Model Season 5 contestant, Jennica Sanchez. Go Jennica! We’re all rooting for you!

Dianna Capco Photography - Jennica

All day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

Pablo Neruda

Dianna Capco Photography - Jennica

Dianna Capco Photography - Jennica

Dianna Capco Photography - Jennica

No one can stop the river of your hands,

your eyes and their sleepiness,

my dearest.

You are the trembling of time,

which passes

between the vertical light

and the darkening sky.

and:

From the stormy archipelagoes I brought

my windy accordion,

waves of crazy rain,

the habitual slowness of natural things:

they made up my wild heart.

Pablo Neruda

Dianna Capco Photography - Jennica

Dianna Capco Photography - Jennica

Dianna Capco Photography - Jennica

 

Dianna Capco Photography - Jennica

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Filipino mythology with a twist, said my good friend Niner Guiao of Eskritoryo Pilipinas when she asked me to do a shoot for Polecats Manila’s 4th Anniversary Show. The twist, of course, was pole dancing, hoops and silks. I thank Niner for the challenge and the confidence, and the incredible dancers of Polecats Manila for introducing me to the awesome world of aerial arts!

Amihan: Indayog at Lahi is happening this Sunday, November 3 at the Meralco Theater in Pasig. Tickets are available at all SM Tickets branches and at the Polecats Manila Studio. Proceeds of Amihan will be going to the Eskritoryo Pilipinas reading and writing program for children called “Kwentong Munti.”

(You can also take part by joining the Sponsored Seats Initiative, where your contribution of Php300 will give children the opportunity to watch and learn from the show through our partnerships with Teach for the Philippines and Virlanie Foundation.)

Oh and guess what? Kuya Bodjie will be hosting the show!

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

When the path ignites a soul,
there’s no remaining in place.

The foot touches ground,
but not for long.

Hakim Sanai

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

 

Catch the air
around the butterfly.

 Katerina Stoykova Klemer

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

I strike the ground with the soles of my feet and life rises up my legs, spreads up my skeleton, takes possession of me, drives away distress and sweetens my memory. The world trembles.

Island Beneath The Sea, Isabel Allende

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.

John Steinbeck

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

 Winnie-thePooh, A.A. Milne

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

Dianna Capco Photography - Polecats Manila

 Makeup by the wonderful Jinky Ureta. Thank you Eskritoryo Pilipinas and Polecats Manila for an amazing day!

The life and presence this woman exudes is just incredible. The best way I can describe Kristy is that she is one of those beings that inhales light and exhales Star Quality. It is a trait so bewitching and rare, but I know it when I see it. A very special thank you to Gilded by Ruth de Castro for the beautiful Pin Up Girl styling, and the wonderful Makeup By Nicole Matta (Sacramento)!

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

 Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action?

Ray Bradbury

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is, will be and ever was.

Anthon St. Maarten

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

 

True beauty is a ray
That springs from the sacred depths of the soul,
and illuminates the body, just as life
springs from the kernel of a stone and
gives colour and scent to a flower.

Khalil Gibran

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

It was an extraordinarily hot summer, even for us here in the tropics. So naturally, there had to be a deluge on the day of our shoot. It turned out wonderful, with Audrey so luminous against the rain, eating Shakey’s pizza and contemplating names for her firstborn. I worked with the always amazing Monique Jaramillo-Señeres here, and many times during the day we’d forget that this dainty little creature here, so exquisite and tiny and radiant, was seven months pregnant.

Here’s a toast to the rainy season, the first days of class, and to mothers all around the world.

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

There is a secret in our culture,

and it’s not that childbirth is painful,
it’s that women are strong.

Laurie Stavoe Harm

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Love, love,

I have hung our cave with roses,
With soft rugs,

The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,

Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,

You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.

Sylvia Plath, Ariel

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make flesh that holds fast and binds eternity.

Ray Bradbury

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

I could not get my fill of looking.
There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.
Anita Diamant, The Red Tent

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

Love falls in love with love;
comes like an echo sounding back,
searches its mirrored shadow
within a look.

Mocco Wollert

Dianna Capco Photography - Audrey

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Doesn’t she look incredible? Many thanks again to the always amazing Monique Jaramillo-Señeres for Audrey’s awesome hair and makeup.

Congratulations Audrey and Marvin!!! I cannot wait to meet the little one!

Oh Mary, how she glows. An immense thank you to her best friend Ruth De Castro not only for hair, makeup and styling, but for making all of this possible. Congratulations Jay and Mary on your beautiful, beautiful baby girl. I can’t wait to meet Videl!

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography
 

Behind all your stories is your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.

“For One More Day,” Mitch Albom

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

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

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Pablo Neruda

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Everything that carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours
that wait for me.

Pablo Neruda

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

You are like nobody since I love you.

Pablo Neruda

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Mary - Dianna Capco Photography

Congratulations Mary and Jay!

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light

Pablo Neruda

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

there is a summer waiting to be born
a season of sun-kissed shoulders

Kate Mullane Robertson

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

Hold out your hands to feel the luxury of sunbeams. Press the soft blossoms against your cheek, and finger their graces of form, their delicate mutability of shape, their pliancy and freshness. Expose your face to the aerial floods that sweep the heavens, ‘inhale great draughts of space,’ wonder, wonder at the wind’s unwearied activity. Pile note on note the infinite music that flows increasingly to your soul from the tactual sonorities of a thousand branches and tumbling waters.

Helen Keller

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

Dianna Capco Photography - Thea

Thank you DJ Teaze for a beautiful afternoon. Hair and Makeup by the always amazing Monique Jaramillo-Señeres.

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

I didn’t even know this girl.
But I wanted her to live.

Ageless Beauty
by Michelle Callanta-Toledo

Psyche was always supposed to be a C-section. A normal birth was just out of the question. I was going to get cut open, one way or another. After first learning that she was suhi – meaning she was positioned in my uterus to come out “butt first” – and remaining stubbornly that way for the duration of my term, the gynecologist advised that we would need to schedule a C-section, a “bikini cut” a.k.a. a horizontal cut just below the bikini line so that the scar remains concealed (so I can rock those sexy suits confidently during the summer). I didn’t mind that at all. Besides, I wasn’t too keen on getting my vag cut any wider than it probably already was. Of course, this also meant I could choose the date of her birth which was pretty cool – I chose June 23, the exact day of me and her father’s 9th “monthsary.”

I thought that would be funny.

But Psyche had other plans.

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

She obviously wanted to be a Gemini rather than a Cancer. Perhaps she already knew it too because one minute, she was “sitting” comfortably and firmly on the bottom of my uterus. Then on the day of her FINAL checkup, 5 days before my scheduled C-section, she decides to flip over, making it possible to attempt a natural birth. On top of that, I was 3cm dilated and there was no way they would send me home that open.

So there I was in labor for four hours. But she refused to come out. Even when the doctor manually broke my water bag. She didn’t wanna slide out.

I don’t know if she realized with all of her flipping about…

She was dying.

Her heart rate dropped significantly, from a healthy wowwowowow to a frightening wow—–wow—–wow, the sound resonating through the entire “labor room” which I shared with 4 other women in labor. There were about 6 nurses all over me as they tried to resuscitate her – poking at her head with their fingers while I winced and writhed. I could see the panic they tried to conceal in their faces and I could hear the strain in their voices as they apologized and told me to relax, “just a little bit more.”

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

At that moment, I began a mental deal with God. You know that quick-ass, mile-a-minute monologue you have with yourself as you spew forth promises and sorries and regrets and pleas and bargains just as you are on the brink of a breakdown.

I asked Him to let me die if it would save her.

I didn’t even know this girl. But I wanted her to live.

I was done. I was thankful. It was her turn.

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

At that moment, I began a mental deal with God. You know that quick-ass, mile-a-minute monologue you have with yourself as you spew forth promises and sorries and regrets and pleas and bargains just as you are on the brink of a breakdown.

I asked Him to let me die if it would save her.

And I’ve never been that ready and that sure about anything before in my life. Not even at my most splendid and mature and responsible was I ever that confident and unafraid about a decision. For once, I was in control. My mind was calm and clear.

I was at peace during that precise moment of chaos.

I was done. I was thankful. It was her turn.

Obviously, I’m not dead.

And this isn’t a sad story.

It’s actually supposed to be a story about my body and the changes it has gone through these past 30years. The naked truth if you will, and what this body has gone through, despite the years and the archetype, with these racy pictures to boot.

But after 30 years, I realized that that journey isn’t important.

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

This is about getting a second-chance.

This is about knowing what you’re REALLY worth.

This is about acceptance and bigger pictures and knowing that this body is but a shell, but if God willing, and if you allow it, it can also be a shelter. A haven. A home.

And after you’ve had that “talk” with God, do you really think “maintaining a 20-year old body until I’m 80” is a priority?

NO.

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

I gave birth to a healthy albeit slightly ashen 6lb. baby girl on June 18, 2007 via an emergency C-section.  A keloid has formed a dimpled red vertical scar an inch below my navel down to where that bikini-cut should’ve been. The bikini-cut that assured me a confidence and beauty past my twenties.

I still wear bikinis. Proudly.

My confidence and beauty is now six years old. It lives inside a beautiful, precocious, weird little Gemini.

My scar simply reminds me where to find it everyday.

Dianna Capco Photography - Michelle Turns 30

Happy birthday Michelle!!!

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)