In the clutter of this bedroom, the air has turned into a humid stifling heat where time stands still.
She is no longer just a woman, but a nymph in combustion. An unveiled apparition whose contours dissolve under the sway of an invisible vertigo.
Everything is blurred, everything trembles; it is a magnetic chaos, a sublime rough draft that rejects the sharpness of reality. But was it truly the beginning or the end ?
To lay eyes upon these frames is to have already crossed the threshold. One burns to slip into her world, to finally seize her and cease to be a spectator. One wants to reach her beyond the frame, to feel this warm breath beating against the glass of the lens.
Within the swirl of her erratic movements, one seeks an anchor: to look her straight in the eyes, capture this misty gaze and satisfy a feverish desire. The blurring confusion settles in, to the point of losing oneself within, finally revealing this ecstasy that dare not speak its name…
Photographer Alix Raybaud @void_magazine_agency
Model Carla Fernandes Pereira @caarlaa._13._