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Locality: Mississauga, Ontario

Phone: +1 647-660-8845



Address: 5100 Erin Mills Pkwy L5M 4Z5 Mississauga, ON, Canada

Website: dreamboudoirphotography.com

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Dream Boudoir Photography 18.11.2020

These pictures mean the world to me, I remember when I first walked into the studio I was wondering if I should actually do this. I have always been very self conscious about my body and what it looked like. I have come such a long way in the last two years and I wanted to do something for me and something that would make me feel more impowered. I look at my pictures and I see a very strong, sexy woman that I have become and I am very proud of how far I have come and where I am today. Thank you so much Alishba for making me feel so comfortable and beautiful in my pictures. ~Erin

Dream Boudoir Photography 08.11.2020

When Jody came to me, she had a simple request: "I want to be seen." We talked about what constant pouring out of love and generosity to others feels like. To look in the mirror and wonder, why is it still not enough? To wrap ourselves every night in the nostalgia of who we used to be and wonder if any of it is left if it is, is there a way to show all of it? Yes, there is a way. ... This day in Vancouver, she shed all her layers and looked at herself and believed the words: "I AM ENOUGH." And in these photographs, she will forever have a mirror that will remind her that she is enough. How did you feel when you believed those words for the first time? Tell me in DMs x

Dream Boudoir Photography 26.10.2020

Because her body is winter inside a cave because someone built fire there and forgot to put it out because bedtime is a castle she’s building inside herself... with a moat and portcullis and buckets full of mist because when you let go the reins horses tumble over cliffs and turn into moths before hitting bottom because their hooves leave streaks of midnight in the sky because stuffed rabbits are better at keeping secrets than stopping hands because when the world got shoved up inside her she held it tight like a kegel ball and wondered at the struggle Atlas had carrying such a tiny thing on his back RESPECT BY MELISSA STUDDARD It takes a woman to truly understand what it means to be a woman. And I’m ready to give you the gift of my lens so you can show what you’ve been needing others to see in your existence. Tell me more about how you want to be seen. Text me your vision 604 628 1282

Dream Boudoir Photography 22.10.2020

"Wearing nothing but snakeskin boots, I blazed a footpath, the first radical road out of that old kingdom toward a new unknown.... When I came to those great flaming gates of burning gold, I stood alone in terror at the threshold between Paradise and Earth. There I heard a mysterious echo: my own voice singing to me from across the forbidden side. I shook awake at once alive in a blaze of green fire. Let it be known: I did not fall from grace. I leapt to freedom." Autobiography of Eve by Ansel Elkins Schedule your Dream Boudoir Experience consultation today: http://dreamboudoirphotography.com/thank-you

Dream Boudoir Photography 18.10.2020

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever you see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful ... The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over. Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. ~Sylvia Plath