I met her again: my quiet, fragile being with her body so transparent as if it was made of ice. I took her to the woods, undressed her and watched how strongly she reminds me of my own fear. That day I took many photos. Every one of them bears the signs of death (as the marks of her hands on my back).
Such beautiful composition in this photo. Her facial expression is magnificent, the texture you used to edit and the colours are all so lovely. She looks frozen. My favourite is the slight hunch to her torso and the protective folding of her arms against her body. Well done
I also love what she's wearing. Interesting garment.
I also love what she's wearing. Interesting garment.