Rouge lips.

She was rouge and red lips, dark hair, and soft hips, mischief, and laughter, she wanted, you to love her faster.
in her heart and soul she set fire to all things that held her back and from the ashes she stepped into who she always was. And, out of her great sorrow and fear, came one exhilarating seed of thought that consumed her in a calming wave of love and hope.

“She was free”.

"After all this time?
Always".

photography: marco conte
models: tess @ the labs, miguel @ 2omorrow models
styling: marian varcasia tosoni

 

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