Morning tousles my hair brightly but ever sinking towards twilight, decisions numerous and all avoided. A loose fitting earth tone red complements a brown ribbed tank.
Setting for an overdose. I became left alone with these cool silver leggings all for naught. Speak through my eyes. The cold damp chill of this forgotten back room is heavy like remorse. Can you hear them? Their footsteps along the floor, worn down daily with their tread. Now no more but they call to those nearing the end. Setting for an inverted prayer.
Dining and reclining at ease. Honey tone form-fitting stretch top secured by a lone metal bangle, brown patterned skirt and matching thick leggings – this could be the dead of winter. Mysterious food and dipping sauce, perhaps a cup of tea on the table.
All photos from THE FASHION MODEL MANAGEMENT SRL UNIPERSONALE