All That Heat

I’m completely weather dependent. Gray skies and I’m done for—I’ll spend the day in bed playing bad games, waiting for it to clear. But the moment the sun breaks through, something wakes up in me. I want cold drinks, music, people, movement, that electric feeling of summer arriving. You can feel it working on your body.

David Bellemere has this aesthetic obsession with summer and skin and light. He shot Anthea Page on a tennis court in that kind of heat—just her body in the brightness, nothing between her and the sun. No concept, no angle, just the straightforward fact of it all. That’s what summer is, really. The heat doesn’t apologize and doesn’t need permission. It just opens everything up and leaves you wanting something you can’t quite name.