I remember leafing through my mom’s modeling portfolio as a kid, always coming across this bad-ass photo of her in a one-piece swimsuit, standing halfway in the crystal blue waters of the Mediterranean, hair blowing. She looked liked the most confident, beautiful, and independent woman. If only I could grow up to be like her… I’d often think to myself.
As we approached the blue waves in Waikiki Beach, me wearing this (definitely bad-ass) Agent Provocateur one-piece, just that image came to mind and I knew we had our shot. Luckily, I had the pleasure of meeting a fellow traveler, who just so happened to be incredibly skilled with a camera.
Not exactly the way Mama did it, but boy would she be proud.