Feb 5
Shadows become garments, light becomes touch. The body turns into landscape — abstract, organic, endless.
Photo: Thomas Gerwers
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Shadows become garments, light becomes touch. The body turns into landscape — abstract, organic, endless.
Photo: Thomas Gerwers
A curve of light across the torso, a gaze that doesn’t ask permission. Stillness can be louder than movement.
Photo: Thomas Gerwers
Light carves her gently, like memory shaping form. What glows is not exposure, but awareness — the body as a quiet landscape, seen only by those who stay.
Photo: Thomas Gerwers Model: lafleur.delamer
Reflections multiply what we try to hide. In the mirror, identity fractures into possibilities — not one self, but many.
Photo: Thomas Gerwers
Movement caught between surrender and control. Every feather remembers air; every body remembers falling. Beauty is only ever borrowed from the dark.
Photo: Thomas Gerwers Model: lafleur.delamer
“Desire survives every ruin.”
Photo: Thomas Gerwers
“Every body is already a memory.”
Photo: Thomas Gerwers
Feathers like a wound across the mouth. Silence learned the hard way. Photo: Thomas Gerwers