The end of the summer. The final piece to another puzzle, another story. Because there is a reason why some things are just meant to be left for last.
M was shy and so was his timid smile, yet he was the most natural person my lens had ever captured. M was perfect...a word almost foreign in my vocabulary.
M has raw and flawed, floating almost too intuitively to my instructions. He probably spent too many days infront of his mirror persistently practicing...longing for the day when...
I would finally find him.
MWM. Part III
With every end comes a new beginning. The new, curated storage room from 55th Street is officially open. ( http://fiftyfithstreet.tumblr.com/ )
Take a stroll while the lights are still bright and the sky is still high.
At the US Open semifinals. Alexander Wang vest, Helmut Lang top, BCBG leather skirt.
Photos taken in Zurich and New York