Remember the days when you imagined becoming a super model or tv actor or famous singer?
You were only three feet tall, but something about dreaming big just came naturally to you.
You'd close your eyes and envision yourself in those shoes - those larger-than-life, fame-bitten, wild dreamer shoes.
And you just knew you'd fill them yourself one day.
Because you believed.
I think as we grow older, we lose that little part of ourselves that is blissfully unafraid to believe in those things.
The part that's sure that one day we can do or accomplish or become anything.
The part that dreams in colors and starlight and the possibilities we're certain we'll be blessed to encounter.
And that loss creates an idea in its place that those wild and colorful visions of what our lives might become are silly,
out of reach, and unheard of.
And I don't know who out there ends up convincing us not to dream or believe in those things.
That we couldn't be astronauts and wildlife explorers and on the big screen.
Or that we have to ground ourselves and think more safely.
Maybe it's just what happens when you start paying bills or raising a family.
But it doesn't have to be that way.
It shouldn't be that way.
Let's go back to dreaming.
Let's be supermodels and movie stars and walk the red carpet.
You be the superstar.
I'll be your biggest fan.
Because we all deserve to see ourselves the way we did as kids.
I always knew life was fleeting.
Even at a young age, I made very sure that the moments surrounding me must be ones that made me feel.
They must. Because one day, this would all be gone.
I wanted fairy tales to be real. So badly, that I longed to bring them to life.
So I do.
WE do, Adam and I. Together.
Through images that dance. That make you feel. That waltz and tango and bloom. That are poetic and alive.
That show the royals from the storybooks in real time.
The kind that might escape the castle and change the world. The kind with dirty feet and muddied hems. The kind with their hair whipping wildly in the wind. The kind that might look up to the stars at night and stick their toes into the dark, moon-lit sea. The kind that worry not about perfection on the surface, but of how perfect life can be underneath the chaos.
The kind who want their images to dance, too.
So, if that's you, we're ready to meet you. And we just can't wait a second longer.