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Fashion Photography by Alexei Kremov
See more of his work here.

I love when photos have a sense of intimacy. I think immediacy has something to do with it, also expression, movement. The natural state in a static moment.

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I miss mountains. I miss waking up and seeing black peaks against a blue sky, viewing the starkness of the day. I miss the west coast– the blues so very blue it’s violet, the whites so very white they seem opaque, like an eye that is looking back at you. I miss the air, how it’s cold and pure and hurts in your lungs (but it’s a good kind of hurt). It tells you that everything is new here, everything hasn’t been bruised or damaged or ruined. The air just keeps giving and giving and you take it all in believing in what it tells you.

photos via nivaldo de lima

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“I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.”

Photo & Text by Anna Peters

michal pudelka

Sunday Sherbert.
by Michal Pudelka

I think sisterhood is powerful, mysterious and strange.
The story I’m working out is about sisters, except I can’t get the last 2 fleshed out. Maybe they’re shadow sisters. Maybe one hides in daylight and the other reveals itself at night. I often think about obsession and botany and teenage desire. Maybe this is a Young Adult story. Maybe. Maybe I shouldn’t be spreading the seeds of my story out there.