Fire 🔥& Smoke 💨: The Cost of Escape”
He was a dreamer. A good guy, hustling to make something of himself. Every day, he wore ambition like a suit—polished on the outside, but battling storms within. The world saw a man of class, sipping fine drinks and keeping his cool. But behind the glass and the smoke, there was a war one fought in silence.
Love was meant to be his peace, but his heart bled from the wounds of a toxic romance. She gave him warmth but burned him all the same. He sought refuge in the one place that never judged the pap joint. A little drink, a little trees 🌱🌱, and for a while, the weight on his shoulders felt lighter. But fire, even when it warms, can also consume. The smoke that gave him comfort was slowly taking him under. His reflection in the glass wasn’t the man he once knew it flickered between reality and ruin.
He sat there, lost in thought, hands clasped in silent prayer. Was he running toward happiness, or away from himself?
One thing was clear: he needed more than smoke to find his way home. Model : @magdadfarro . 📸 : @fred__kojo Creative Director: @fred__kojo
Acting like you’re okay, sitting still and composed, while everything around you slowly burns out of your control holding it all together even when nothing is going the way you planned, yet still holding onto faith that your Maker will make a way. ” (Isaiah 43:19)"
📸: @zero2four__
CD: @fred__kojo
You don’t really realize how rare it is until it happens finding someone you align with, someone who feels like home without trying. No noise, no chaos just peace.
📸: @_n.a.l.s_
CD: @fred__kojo
If you were in the game center in the early 2000’s…
you were already known as stubborn.
Nostalgia.
Back then game centers in the hood were forbidden zones. If your parents caught you there, you were finished. Even the game man kept a cane for the stubborn boys.
But we still broke bounds and went anyway.
Those little wooden spots with CRT TVs and wired controllers were our escape. No social media just real connections, meeting new friends, arguing over who was next, who was the best at the game, small bets on the side… winner stays, loser passes the pad.
This set is inspired by those days the trap-house looking game centers built from piled wood, the risk of getting caught, and the freedom we felt once the game started.
Pure nostalgia.
Model @tatimoons_
CD: @fred__kojo
They didn’t see the nights I stayed disciplined.
They didn’t hear the prayers I whispered when things got heavy.
They didn’t feel the pressure I carried in silence.
But today… they see the result.
MA Management & Administration 🎓
Proof that God’s timing, hard work, and purpose never fail.
This is only the beginning. God is still at work…
#ugclassof2025 #ugcongregation
Shot by: @fred__kojo
