At one moment people pandemonium, machinery hum, obsessive blinking store signs turn you into hearing nothing, seeing nothing, bustling city urbanite.
You miss some very important things at the same time trying to be in all social networks, third hand responding to text messages. Every morning you dress the things with the thought to stand out, but so you imitate someone who put it on a month, a half-year earlier than you.
People are similar to each other in the effort to be original and first. At the same time, at your page you transmit other people’s clever thoughts, being powerless to give birth to a clumsy thought, but the main – to your own. You put a thousand Like to an unsensed selfie – the star of silicone life, flipping through, passing by the true values. Denied without even looking. Discarded without even unwrapping. You eat http forcemeat playing along your laziness. You are lucky if you drown your tablet in the toilet. To give up on everything. Exhale, inhale. Stop. Bus. City.
The smell of fresh grass. The noise of the water. Swallows and swifts cut the air near the ground. Clouds gather in huge cocoons of cotton candy. The wind brings coolness from the water area. The concrete embankment warms the hands. The air is clear, the colors are juicy, the smells fill the chest with spaciousness and serenity. Lightness and fragility, and infinity. Harmony. Human would not be human if he did not try to look for a personal way to his personal beautiful. Let the purple appear in this quietness as a reasonable connection between mind and harmony. The balance of water, its coolness and calmness emphasize lemon yellow and the turquoise will be waving the coastal sand like a strip. Something starts to happen, suddenly very far away faint voice of a bird makes its way in your head. You raise your eyes. Sky. Cloudy. Diffused light doesn’t interfere watching rapid birds that scamper about prey. Then you start to hear the faint waves come to the shore, making a rhythmic sound. You understand that all these sounds, colors, smells, vibrations mysteriously resonate with your pulse, the pulse of your heart. You do not want to tear the tissue that keeps you not as a victim but as a part of this world. Nowhere to run, everything is here. Inhale, exhale. [Official Website]
Model – Fortune @Ego models management http://www.egomodels.com.ua
Design & style – SIYA https://instagram.com/siyadesign/
Hair – Olga Shuliak https://vk.com/makeup__hairstyles
Make up – Masha Sheffa https://www.facebook.com/mashasheffa