Model: @jennydagon Costume Designer: Agnieszka Osipa Autumn dies… Her body and spirit wither like fallen leaves. Her trembling hands keep the vial filled with blood drops of birds leaving these lands forever. These birds will never overcome cold winds and heartless rains… They fall on the frozen ground breaking the thin snowy white bones. Black earth greedily steals warm from the bodies, collects blood beads and last heartbeats in sealed vessel… And then the bottles will be sold to terminally ill Autumn . Her painful existence can be extended by this disgusting bitter medicine. For every sip she pays the last coins of gold maples, copper elms, silver poplar… Until her treasury become empty … Then poor little soul will be crowned acute death… The wounded hands will obediently dig her own grave… But Autumn will fall exhausted earlier than the burial vault will be prepared. Death will sprout in her body and mind and puts on the blackened guise of Autumn…
