What caught her eye? Gazing towards nothingness.
Beige interrupting blue; subtly drawing onto the monotone.
The first rays of spring reflecting off her skin; pureness captured on film.
She‘s one of those girls that, when entering the room, nothing else seems to matter; like in the middle of the winter, she‘s the sun. And you just get totally immersed in her beauty.
I like to call them the ‚diamond girls‘ – with whole galaxies behind their eyes and a smile that heals past sorrows, how could you compare them to any less than a pure brilliant? Brightening your nights even when they‘re long gone – like a dead star light-years away.
The problem with a jewel like her seems to be, that stinging rays in a river of stones attract all kinds of attention. See: a diamond is hard to come by and only a fool would dare to lose it – and as you spot its beauty, you either risk your life trying to preserve it, or rue being too late.
I believe the only way to appreciate their beauty is through surviving – surviving the storms purity attracts. Because just like the rose will pierce your finger, her rays will burn your eyes. And you will need to be careful not to stumble in the chaos of blindness – for you would drop her into the river again; having to live with the guilt of losing purity in the void of nothingness.
So be careful but dare to weather the storm, for pure beauty is worth the scars. Because every time she enters the room I can‘t believe my luck, though I know that this day is going to end like it always does – with me laying in bed, writing about her, rue being too late.
Words & Photography by Daniel Menzel
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Model: Lavinia Moroff
