Summer 2026 did not stay anywhere long enough to learn the address.
It moved through studios, cities, beaches, pools and different corners of Europe, changing light, language, clothes and personality along the way.
Some cities offered architecture.
Some offered the sea.
Some offered exactly the light we had imagined.
Others offered weather that had clearly not read the brief.
This carousel contains only a selection of the work we created during those months. Including everything would have required a much longer carousel—and a remarkably patient thumb.
The photographs do not follow one aesthetic, because the summer did not ask for one.
Some are precise and controlled. Others carry salt, movement, strong sunlight or the particular confidence that appears when a location refuses to behave like a set.
There were elegant stories, sporty ones, studio sessions, open spaces and images that seemed to belong to an entirely different version of the same season.
And that is exactly what I like about them.
Style is often confused with repetition.
As if being recognisable meant producing the same image, the same atmosphere and the same version of yourself over and over again.
I believe the opposite.
Real identity is not proven when everything around you remains familiar. It is proven when the location, concept and energy change—and something unmistakably yours still survives inside the result.
This summer allowed me to move between very different creative worlds without choosing only one of them.
Europe became less of a map and more of an oversized location scout.
A studio could become a completely new reality for a few hours. A swimming pool could acquire more attitude than expected. A beach could be elegant, a city could become playful, and an ordinary corner could suddenly decide it belonged in the story.
These images are not a complete archive and not a nostalgic goodbye to summer.
They are simply a few selected chapters from a season that refused to have only one personality.
Different places. Different projects. Different moods.
One summer with far too many addresses—and absolutely no intention of staying still.
Silvia
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