photography and words by Edie Aube
Summer slips away, and so it goes. I’ve never been one to hold a grudge against the passing of time, but August—it’s different. It carries a weight that no other month does. For as long as I can remember, I’ve found no peace in August. It’s the month that stirs up memories of spring and the early days of summer, making me ache for something that already feels out of reach.
The sun still shines bright, but its warmth is no longer as fierce, no longer as certain as it was just weeks before. There are still a few warm nights left, scattered here and there like remnants of a season unwilling to fully let go, nights that feel like the very essence of summer itself. But in August, I feel autumn breathing down my neck—the darkness creeping in, the damp chill of rain, the muted grays that steal the vibrancy from the world.
Something good is ending, and there’s a kind of sorrow in that—a sharp, tender ache for how quickly it all passes. Every year we fool ourselves into believing it will last forever, but August comes and reminds us of the truth: nothing does. When I photographed Adelina, we were four by the lake. And those photos—they were just like August. Quiet, wistful, full of a beauty that already knew it would soon have to bow out. It captures the comfort and intimacy we found together on these last days of summer.
Photographer: Edie Aube
Model: Adelina Lekomceva
Agency: Bibimodels
Style and MUA: Magda Nowotyńska
Assistant: Natalia Bednarz
