I came across this article during lunch. The photos are so shockingly beautiful that I wanted to share. It would be so awesome if the women or the photographer could be identified.
But the most beautiful thing about this photo set isn’t the women—it’s where they are, what is saturating them, the alchemical earthbound psychedelia of where the light and water meet. These photos were taken at a moment when day and night were slipping into each other, but this moment, simultaneously heavy and weightless, seems paralyzingly total, and it gets to live that way here:
But the most beautiful thing about this photo set isn’t the women—it’s where they are, what is saturating them, the alchemical earthbound psychedelia of where the light and water meet. These photos were taken at a moment when day and night were slipping into each other, but this moment, simultaneously heavy and weightless, seems paralyzingly total, and it gets to live that way here:
Oh I didn't realize LHC wrote for Jezebel!!
(eta: she says, good nature-dly, as LHC has gorgeous prose)
But the most beautiful thing about this photo set isn’t the women—it’s where they are, what is saturating them, the alchemical earthbound psychedelia of where the light and water meet. These photos were taken at a moment when day and night were slipping into each other, but this moment, simultaneously heavy and weightless, seems paralyzingly total, and it gets to live that way here:
My first thought was that they are reenacting The Awakening. I see by the comments that I'm not the only one who thought so. I'm rolling my eyes at this paragraph. It reminds me of a writing class that I took in college, and how I always felt that everyone was battling to write their most profound thoughts, but it always seems to come off as trying too hard.
"But the most beautiful thing about this photo set isn’t the women—it’s where they are, what is saturating them, the alchemical earthbound psychedelia of where the light and water meet. These photos were taken at a moment when day and night were slipping into each other, but this moment, simultaneously heavy and weightless, seems paralyzingly total, and it gets to live that way here:"