NYC summer heat, 100 degrees, the air is stuffy. The more stairs you take down to the metro the more you wonder why the sweat drenched people who are coming up from this hell hole are not collectively fainting. As soon as the sun is about to set the asphalt is still vibrating. Not a single bird around. The only sound is the constant buzzing of AC machines on the windows. Nights are getting short and become dizzy and booze drenched. Sweat on your skin dries and waters down a million times a day.
Here we are, high above all of that in a castle in the sky with shiny glass windows. The trippy elevator taking us up into this dimension so seemingly far away. There, in this other world we get to be who we want to be while the day is fading away outside.
Words and model: Maria Kn
Photography by Sam Livm
Photographer: Sam Livm @samlivm2 and @samlivm3 – www.samlivm.com
Model: Maria Kn@mariaknmodel – www.mariakn.com
