Have you seen the old man kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
Long live brave observers. Long live fleeting iridescent bubbles blasting into fresh new air. Long live stoned eyes. Long live strong legs. Long live background spits. Long live loud sirens. Long live fantasies. Long live stomaches. Long live earned glances. Long live dirty shoes. Long live coins on the street. Long live blokes on corner shop tills. Long live ribena. Long live the smell of piss. Long live taking the wrong turn. Long live finding a new way.
Long live tired faces making their early morning shift. Long live the drunks against their windmills. Long live old memories. Long live renewing conscience. Long live life. Long live death. Long live protection. Long live vulnerability. Long live tears. Long live sweat. Long live music. Long live images. Long live love. Long live strangers. Long live family. Long live work. Long live void. Long live smiles in eyes of the injured and long live tears in the eyes of the damned. Long live running away. Long live staying. Long live soul and long live mutating bodies.
Long live the ground under our feet and long live the stars above our head.
May the light never stop shining distant in our darkest routes. May the darkness be there and may it make us crave for light. May we be good to think about our future. May we be bad to spoil our inner child. May the wheel keep spinning. May we block before taking off.
Photography MAXIME DE SADELEER
Styling ENRICA MILLER
Make-up VIVIANE MELO
Model GUGU L @Storymodelmanagement
Fashion Coordinator ANDREA STURIALE
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