Years ago, Tee tha Tease would stop by my apartment for impromptu nude shoots. No studio lights, no glam team—just her bold energy, my camera, and the kind of creative chemistry you can’t fake. We shot with the windows open, music low, and the city humming outside, turning a simple apartment into a stage. The images we made back then were raw, fearless, and unapologetically hers.

Time passed. She went her way, I went mine, and the photos lived their own life—circulating, resurfacing, even showing up on other platforms without so much as a hello between us. And yet, years later, those same frames have found a new spotlight, landing in Hunter’s August issue. It’s proof that some work is timeless, that once you release an image into the world, it writes its own story—one that doesn’t always need your permission to keep going.