Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Thursday, February 2, 2012

occulta in nocte

an editorial inspired loosely on a poem by Marc Mosko.






Hidden in night, the languid tear will come
Keeping watch, I am untouched, but soon I will begin to waste away
because of the hurtful sorrow
If only, wasted by fire, I could be purified, and
I could remove this feeling
Towards me, the shadow of love walks 






model: rebecca shugart @ wallflower management
stylist: lindsay gray