I love the beach in winter. Hot summer days are made for cool swims, but the crowds in New Jersey leave me wishing I was at a secluded lake house instead. The deadness, deafness, of the winter beach is so serene and calming; reaffirming the silence of the season. And it means shooting in lingerie is totally acceptable. Seagulls stalked us, smelling the potato knish we had in our pockets, and a cold winter mist came down during this shoot at Brighton Beach.