I can see you by your shadows
of old glamour and statehood
and dinner parties at a time when they knew,
the few, they knew.
You can see me. looking at you.
The rustle of the stars. The rattle of my eyes
and the rust in my beard,
shaking like an old tropical mansion.

IMAGES AND WORDS BY GAUTIER PELLEGRIN // THE EXCEPTIONAL BARBORA WAHLOVA WAS MADE UP BY MAGDALENA MAJCHRZAK, AT TEATRO GIUSEPPE VERDI (BUSSETO) AND WORE A WARDROBE BY NYNPHA