A dirty kid is a happy kid.
I met this girl at a photoshoot that I made on a farm nearby, where her parents worked taking care of the animals there. Back then she was just a little over a year old. I do not remember her name, but I can not forget her eyes … I remember thinking that she was the happiest child I’ve ever met, dirty from head to toe, playing all over the farm, squeezing that huge dog jaws who had nothing against it, riding the horses without bit of fear … Knowing her made me recall the simple joys of life. So this is how a happy child looks like: