Text by Matt

Images: Catherine — “Matilda”, print; Fred — “Matilda”, Polaroid

She was crossing the street.

Earphones to protect herself from the traffic noise.

A hood to feel invisible to angry glances.

Hidden in her hand is a small pearl.

The only thing remained from an endless night of thoughts and unpronounced words,

seeming destined to break against the wind.

An ephemeral beauty

that her heart strongly wanted to speak up.

She was crossing the street.

Hidden in her hand is a small pearl,

donating to it a small piece of her soul…

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Text by Lilith

Images: Fred — “Escapism 2”, Polaroid (image edited by Lilith); Fred — “Escapism 2”, Polaroid (original work)

Fred — “Escapism 2”, Polaroid (image edited by Lilith)

girl with her head in the clouds

i’ve turned escaping from reality into an artform.

head in the clouds now i

can’t even see

my own nose anymore.

let me dream

in technicolor,

a 4D masterpiece,

my head is a

ladder and a rope,

a prison

and a piece of paradise.

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Text by Angie

Image: Catherine — “Starmap”, print

I made your skin

Into a starmap, adored

Constellations! Under

My fingers: I can

Caress God -on your chest.

Here,

I am now the new

House of love

Where desire -alone-

Sings all hymns.

Holy,

In a sky drowning in music,

It shines.

Catherine — “Starmap”, print

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Text by Catherine

Image: Fred — “The Blue Towel”, photo composition

The room is empty.

The sun is playing with the ivy leaves, drawing tiny stars on the wall.

Everything seems silent and still,

except for the curtains, breathing slowly under the breeze.

A blue towel, abandoned on a chair, is the only thing she left.

The room is empty…

Fred — “The Blue Towel”, photo composition

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