Glamour is probably not the first word my friends associate with me. When I was asked to take photographs for a birthday, I assumed that it would be a party. In fact, the birthday girl had gathered her closest friends in a hotel room in central Brussels to dress up together.
When I arrived, a makeup artist was already hard at work, and I was supposed to record the finished products in the corridors of the fifth floor. Apparently, this is a thing that people now do on their eighteenth birthdays.
The eyelashes, fingernails and hair were false, but the girls were very genuine and rather sweet with me. I hope they had a fantastic evening after I left.