Live Footage | Gold Pot

    The flashes of the explosions are close enough to touch if you wanted to burn your fingers on the sky, and the glare rocks our shadows back against the brick, as if chaos snapped our pictures in the dark.     photo / 美撒郭 writing / BILL ZAVATSKY        

The Dreamless Sleep |Wounded Ocean (feat. Britt Warner)

    I couldn’t answer you. Still. My lips moved at you silently. They offered words you never heard.       writing /  ELENA MINOR        

Replicåh | Kinetic Love

    everything has fallen apart – or maybe together, but it feels like a wreck I can’t bear to leave. I always go into the snake pit when I know full well the creature is full of poison even when it sleeps.        photo / Yvone Shee writing / Anastasia Kontchaeva  Continue reading “Replicåh | Kinetic Love”

Kel_SD | Upsydown

  I knew i was going to die. and I wanted to do it in New York. whatever was going to happen, was going to happen. This is where the camera slows down, zooms in on the tennis ball grazing the net, in the middle of the court. will I go left or will IContinue reading “Kel_SD | Upsydown”