Call Me Daddy....
There’s something a little chaotic,
in the best way about building a scene that absolutely does not belong where you put it.
I just wrapped up a boudoir shoot on the top level of a parking garage, and from the second we started unloading, it was giving “this doesn’t fit” energy. Concrete, wind, open sky… and then us, setting up softness right in the middle of it all.
We laid down a light-colored rug with soft pinks and greens woven through it, instantly warming up the space. On top of that sat the dreamiest baby pink velvet chair—plush, delicate, and completely out of place against the industrial backdrop. We layered in all the details: a vintage cream phone, rose gold dishes, pink glass accents, and a rose-toned bowl that tied everything together in this very soft, feminine palette.
And then my favorite detail an old Grimm’s fairytale book. Deep red cover, worn binding, silver-edged pages that caught the light just right. It felt like a tiny piece of another world dropped into ours.
Tabby leaned fully into that vintage, storybook vibe. She wore brown vintage heels paired with a light pink and champagne toned teddy with tiny floral details, soft greens and pinks that echoed the set perfectly. On top of it all, she had this green and purple suede jacket that gave her look just enough edge while still feeling timeless. She looked like she walked straight out of a vintage Barbie dream—soft, romantic, a little whimsical.
And then there was Bre.
The complete opposite—in the best way.
She showed up in a black fishnet top with black X pasties, a black garter, fishnets, and low black boots with that subtle, almost country heel. Where Tabby was softness and nostalgia, Bre was bold, sharp, and unapologetic. The contrast between them made the whole shoot come alive.
Both of them had glam makeup—precise, intentional, and striking—which pulled everything together and elevated the entire look.
We played into it with posing too—leaning into those slightly exaggerated, Barbie-inspired moments. Tabby embodied that vintage Barbie energy effortlessly, while Bre gave bad Barbie in the most iconic way. Sweet versus edgy. Soft versus bold. Pastel versus black.
Nothing about it “matched”… and that’s exactly why it worked.
That’s what I love about boudoir—there are no rules. It doesn’t have to make sense. It doesn’t have to blend into the environment or follow some perfect aesthetic formula. Sometimes the magic is in the contrast, in creating something unexpected, in telling two completely different stories in the same space.
Up on that parking garage, surrounded by concrete and wind, we built something soft, bold, a little chaotic, and completely on brand.
And honestly?
Those are always the shoots that hit the hardest
