Winterwinds

“When summer’s gone, flee, my angel:
Winterwinds, they might lead you far away.
Beyond the pale horizon, a greaven silence
Over dreams to my heart yet not remain.”

_{[ Angellore – Tristania ]}


This was a more snapshot-like photo taken during the shot with Luisa. The bora, the infamous wind which blows in Trieste, added that particular touch, and in the end I liked the photo.

Photo, concept, editing: GothicNarcissus Photography
Model, styling, grooming: Luisa