November 29, 2012

I met her again..

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).

Actress: Karolina Kominek
Fashion designer: Łucja Zając

November 27, 2012

I'll tell you a very old story, which I heard from my grandmother when I was a little girl. In the countryside, where we used to live, there were a few men who were considered to be insane. They had been meeting in the old basement to summon the soul of the girl who hanged herself in the rural barn a few years earlier. These men were in love with her and never reconciled themselves to their loss. They were drinking and doing some terrible things to her lost soul - things that my grandma never spoke about. She only said that they were binding her with rope and that this made her flesh become material, then they touched her with their old, male hands. I asked my grandmother why did the girl's soul let them to do such things. She answered: there is nothing more lonely and frozen than these girls souls, which wander amongst men's hearts.

November 13, 2012

November 04, 2012

November 03, 2012

patterns of distraction

Sorry for bad quality - all photos are from my phone.