Ana and I both have a slightly unhealthy obsession with unicorns. Juuuuust a tiny bit.
I don’t know if it’s because of the fact that they are so fluffy I could die, they allow you to play ring toss at any given time, or that they POOP RAINBOWS.
I mean, come on. That is just magical and amazing.
In any case, we loves ’em long time. So when one purchases a unicorn onesie at Target (whilst there solely to buy orange juice and nada mas, but Target is evil and pumps something in their ventilation system which forces you to buy all of the thing you don’t need, like seventeen Dollar Spot items, a floofy blanket, some new PJs, a pillow with a hipster deer wearing suspenders and glasses on it, and that unicorn onesie…but that’s another story.), you park your booty along that one wall in the studio with the really pretty, soft wonderful light, and you take a few photos.
Add in a stuffed yoda and some rainbow hair, and you’re in business.
LDee + Ana