Romana Ana

Pigeons and a plastic bag –
or a photo shoot that wasn’t exactly planned, but it was worth it!

The original plan? One single photo for a blog post. The result? Twenty photos, lots of laughs and a few extra hours of retouching. I don’t regret a minute of it! 😊

I’m so thrilled! I can finally show you a few amazing photos we took on a tiny, unremarkable wall outside a café.

No studios — just me, Bety, and one slightly shabby wall.

Originally, I only wanted a single photo. One! For an article about existentialism (and if it’s existentialism, then of course Bety dressed in black). But then I opened the gallery… and instead of one, I picked more than twenty. So it turned into my classic creative plan: “This will be quick and simple.”
And it ended exactly the way it always does — my perfectionism threw a wrench into everything again.

I wanted to capture how a girl who insists she’s completely ordinary can look absolutely stunning. And obviously, Bety isn’t ordinary in any universe — not even without makeup.

I was chasing atmosphere, expression, composition. And then came the editing. I actually enjoyed it… at least until a PLASTIC BAG entered the scene. It decided it would be the star of several shots, neatly tucked beneath Bety, right at the spot where the light fades into shadow.
Apparently, the wall had a previous tenant — a pigeon — who had left a few messages behind. Naturally right on the best spot. I didn’t notice the bag while shooting. Rookie mistake.

But honestly, my biggest anxiety was about Bety changing outfits. I brought her a black shirt — a color she firmly refuses to wear. She says with her fair skin she looks like a ghost. Well… but what a ghost! All the elegant vampire heroines in films would hiss with envy. Try telling that to Bety, though.
Thankfully (and surprisingly) she agreed right away, and I could finally breathe. Whew. The worst part was behind me.

I have no idea whether the final result would hold up next to the work of professional photographers — and honestly, I don’t care. The whole process was incredibly fun. I have my great photographic idols — names like Antonín Kratochvíl or Jim Rakete are still unreachable icons for me.

But oh well. Aside from that damned bag, I’m genuinely happy with the result.

Here are a few photos — judge for yourselves. 🖤