Igor MattioAuthor :

布は皮膚、水は光.

We had been shooting since morning, the kind of relentless sun that leached the energy and left everyone a little sun-stunned and raw. Now, the house breathed a sigh of quiet, the garden hushed under the weight of the bruised purple and orange of the closing sky. Light was slipping away, that elusive blue hour

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