Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
Baby is drowsing, cozy and fair
Mother sits near, in her rocking chair
Forward and back, the cradle she swings
And though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings
From the high rooftops, down to the sea
No one’s as dear, as baby to me
Wee little fingers, eyes wide and bright
Now sound asleep, until morning light.
We had fast photo session with my friends Elena and Pavel in Jamaica. Look how loving and passionate they are!
I haven’t done something like that for a long time. But fashion photography is truly my passion.
Let me present you our recent teamwork under the name “Her Majesty Spring”.
Design and Style Vika Gofman