Nothing in Ibiza Ever Goes Quite to Plan

Celina, Chiara, slippery rocks, and several ideas nobody planned

If you want a perfectly organized photoshoot, maybe don’t take two girls to a hidden old pier in Ibiza where your phone becomes a decorative object.

Add brutal June heat, slippery rocks, a bag full of bikinis, a sunset that refuses to wait for anyone, and suddenly your carefully made plan becomes more of a polite suggestion.

Which, to be fair, is probably the most Ibiza thing possible.

That afternoon with Celina and Chiara near Cala Bassa was a good reminder of why I like shooting this way in the first place.

I do plan things. Of course I do. I choose locations, think about light, bring props, talk about outfits, check where the sun will be. I’m not just throwing a camera into the car, finding two pretty girls and asking Ibiza to please do the rest.

Although sometimes it suspiciously looks like that.

The point is: the plan is useful until reality gives you something better.

Celina and Chiara were never meant to look like some perfectly styled duo campaign. We basically looked at what they had with them, Wendy helped decide what worked together, and suddenly Celina’s brown bikini and Chiara’s white one looked exactly right against those rough orange rocks.

Five minutes earlier we were digging through bags.

Five minutes later they looked like we had hired a stylist.

Excellent. Nobody tell the stylist industry.

Then there was Celina’s shirt, tie and glasses.

When she first showed me the outfit, I wasn’t convinced. At all.

Too strange. Too office-y. Too easy to end up looking like someone had booked a corporate team-building weekend and forgotten the trousers.

Then she put it on against this old rusty pillar by the water.

Fine.

I was wrong.

Suddenly the meeting was cancelled, the office had flooded, HR had stopped replying, and Celina had apparently relocated the entire company to Ibiza.

That is the useful kind of improvisation. You try something. You watch what happens. You keep the parts that work and quietly pretend you always believed in them.

There was another idea during that look: wetting the shirt. Visually, sure, I could see it. But Celina didn’t seem particularly excited by it.

So we dropped it.

Following the moment does not mean pushing every idea until it works. Sometimes the clever creative decision is simply noticing when somebody is not feeling something and moving on.

Very revolutionary, I know.

The clearest example came later with Chiara.

She changed into a darker printed bikini that I probably would not have chosen on paper. I normally prefer cleaner, one-color bikinis.

Then she got into the water because she was hot.

“I’m only going in to cool off.”

Sure, Chiara.

And I was only taking a few photos.

She wet her hair, swam around for a moment, and the entire mood changed. The bright Ibiza afternoon suddenly became darker, wetter and far more cinematic. Wet hair, deep green water, warm rock, golden light catching her skin.

No moodboard.

No grand creative concept.

No ten-person production meeting.

I just looked at her and kept shooting because I am not an idiot.

Meanwhile, I was balancing on slippery rocks in water shoes, trying to look like a photographer with a clear artistic vision and not like a man about to donate several thousand euros of camera equipment to the Mediterranean.

Chiara somehow made the same situation look completely effortless.

And that is really the point.

You prepare enough to put yourself in the right place, with the right people, at roughly the right time.

Then you pay attention.

Because sometimes the bikini you would not have chosen is the right one. Sometimes the outfit you doubted suddenly works. Sometimes a girl gets into the water because she is overheating and accidentally gives you some of your favorite photos of the afternoon.

Maybe that is why I keep coming back to Ibiza.

You make a plan.

Ibiza politely ignores it.

Usually, that is where the photos start getting interesting.

Arnold ✌🏼

Oh, and by the way…

There is a lot more from this afternoon in The Heatwave Diaries on Patreon ❤️

I go much deeper into the shoot there, look by look, telling the whole story the way it actually lives on in my memory. The little conversations, the things that worked, the things that didn’t, what I was thinking while we were shooting, and all those stupid little details that would otherwise slowly disappear with time.

And there are the behind-the-scenes videos too. We basically filmed the entire afternoon, so you can actually see all the chaos around the photos instead of only the polished final frames.

I genuinely love that there is now this little community of people actively supporting me while I make all of this. It gives me a reason to keep documenting these shoots properly instead of just posting a few photos and letting the rest disappear into a hard drive somewhere.

So thank you to everyone who is part of it. It really does mean a lot to me ❤️

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