Into the darkness

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“Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. ” 

― Edna St. Vincent Millay



Maria Khoreva, student of Vaganova Ballet Academy Photo © Irina Yakovleva

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Black Wolf by © johnemarriott

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The Ruinart Champagne Harvest

Reims, France

Photography: Ann Street Studio

Harper’s Bazaar 

Kazakhstan October 2016

Model: Hedvig Pal

Photography: Oliver Stalmans

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“It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,

Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,

It lies behind stars and under hills,

And empty holes it fills,

It comes first and follows after,

Ends life, kills laughter.” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

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FIGHT OFF YOUR DEMONS

Rachel Rodriguez

Harper’s Bazaar 

Kazakhstan October 2016

Model: Hedvig Pal

Photography: Oliver Stamens

The Ruinart Champagne Harvest

Reims, France

Photography: Ann Street Studio

MILLY PRE-FALL 2017 COLLECTION

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.” 

― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

La Recoleta Cemetery, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Photography: Ann Street Studio

Maison Margiela Artisanal Coat

photo: Marton Perlaki

 styling: Tracey Nicholson

The enigma of haute couture,  T Magazine Culture Issue

Harper’s Bazaar 

Kazakhstan October 2016

Model: Hedvig Pal

Photography: Oliver Stamens

The Ruinart Champagne Harvest

Reims, France

Photography: Ann Street Studio

Harper’s Bazaar 

Kazakhstan October 2016

Model: Hedvig Pal

Photography: Oliver Stamens

“A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.” 

― Jean Genet

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Out of the night that covers me, 

Black as the pit from pole to pole, 

I thank whatever gods may be 

For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 

I have not winced nor cried aloud. 

Under the bludgeonings of chance 

My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 

Looms but the Horror of the shade, 

And yet the menace of the years 

Finds and shall find me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 

How charged with punishments the scroll, 

I am the master of my fate, 

I am the captain of my soul.

By William Ernest Henley

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