“Being a story is hard when the words are real, they are cornered in the upper part of the soul because they still hurt. The tales she told contained feelings, tactile as her skin, soft as a torn velvet and bitter as yesterday. She wasted stories and narrated her thoughts, tropical, wild, heeled. Dragged by…

I couldn’t remember her face

She told me her name, but I forgot it twice. She waited me undressed but I was abduced by the memories, unless she came over to show me herself side…I was struck for the powerful madness that I couldn’t remember her face. Alternative Model: Leo Favaro coming soon to Alternativ Agency


While we did a brainstorm my mind sank inside without reaching the place to hide but having the ideas to the depart. Model: Perita en durse


When I arrived to the floor, the situation was hostile to me. I felt cordial and eager to live but I thought of the large windows of eighteen floors of free fall and feeling identified, to fly between the four walls. The planets beat hard on my skin while I cried in the first hours….

Fashion Inside

One behind, inside I want to dance. Take me out tonight. With the spanish Fashion Designer: Ana M. Roso

The Mental Architect

My extradiegetic presence was reduced only to contemplate the characters of the plot, feeling strange and nervous, I approached the wall and like a magnet for my subconscious, until months after being cemented, there always was waiting me, here was my crack.