In whispered halls where velvet drapes the air,
A silent grace, a melancholic stare.
The bones of winter, sharp and stark and clean,
Are worn like jewels, a breathtaking scene.
A raven’s feather, stitched into the seam,
Reflects the ghosts that linger in a dream.
Not death, but shadow, elegantly worn,
A beautiful, profound and chosen storm.
The past recedes, but echoes in the lace,
A haunting beauty, time cannot erase.
We walk in darkness, in a silhouette,
The only light is where our souls have met.
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My last project realised for
@samj__dj 🖤
PHOTOGRAPHER & ART DIRECTION:
@gioiaperez
STYLING:
@samj_dj
MUA:
@martinavillanaccimua
HAIR:
@mariapolushko
DIGITAL :
@lorees.raw
LIGHT ASSISTANT:
@destena.francesco 
