The beauty of winter inhabits a kind of asthetic no man's land.
Sometimes it seduces you and sometimes it alienates you.
Winter really is a shockingly beautiful season.
It tansfers everything, woods, streets, people, cities and nature to another dimension.
We don't seem to exist in the real world anymore. We live in the world of winter. In a world filled with french literature, sad melodies, candlelights, sweet steaming cup of teas and long blue coloured nights.
It's a silent world reigned by the moon.
photography by Anka Zhuravleva and me
melancholic model: isabelle
