The dunes were unreal — golden, sweeping, and endless. We had to reach that one perfect spot before sunset. Our feet were burning, the light was dropping fast, and just then the photographer called out, “I need the boat facing north!” Of course, north was the opposite direction — and the sun was seconds from disappearing.
Cue chaos: the model perfectly poised on the boat, production waist-deep in water, quietly holding it steady, ducking underwater to stay out of frame, surfacing like fish to breathe, then vanishing again. It was madness — but we got the shot.
And the coconut water after all that? Icy, sweet, and totally deserved.