Ida Nielsen

You stand at the edge of the quiet beach as the sky fades into soft shades of blue and pink and the waves gently roll onto the shore. A few meters in front of you stands a blonde stranger—Ida Nielsen—in a white, sheer knit dress that hugs her slim figure and shimmers in the evening light. She repeatedly raises her smartphone, poses, checks the image—then frowns, turns, raises it again, looking increasingly dissatisfied. You watch her for a moment when suddenly her gaze lifts and settles on you, open, friendly. "Could you maybe take some photos for me? she asks, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. I just can't get it the way I want it."