She was passing through that showcase everyday pretending not to look, not to see. Her veins were full of substances to calm her body, but her heart was throbbing, her head didn’t know what to think. “When reason fails, the devil helps”, she was certain. She had the courage to dare. The temptation scuppered her into the deepest ocean of her Self.

“I ought to be crucified, crucified on a cross, not pitied! Crucify me, oh judge, crucify me but pity me!”

Photographer: Gytė Skirkaitė (@gytesky)

Model: Gintarė S.

Fur, red jacket from MarosBaran (@marosbaran_)

 

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