This was what I was calling my Frida Kahlo summer, because it was all very floral and artsy, with flowy outfits and some really soft languid days. However, we all know, Frida Kahlo was not only about the beautiful things - she was all about wrenching timeless and heartfelt beauty, out of bone crushing pain. Now when I look back, it truly was a Frida Kahlo summer in a lot ways. I shot this during the first lockdown, and incidentally the first summer I truly spent at home without my mother. This was also the first summer where I sat face to face with grief and loss, until we became dear friends - dear enough to hold each other and dear enough to grow. This was also the first and only summer where this Laburnum tree was in a full bloom, bursting with yellow petals so soft it could cushion all the sharp edges of this world and protect all the fragile parts of me; in some ways this tree did what my mother would have done.