“Love is fire that burns without being seen”, but when it is truly love, it doesn't come in flaming orange tones, but in hellish red.
That libidinous hell where the lips are most scarlet and the desires are deeper. That hell of fun that ends up in a hangover of regrets - the good kind - and eternal memories. A hell that is a heaven of experiences and that leaves smeared make-up marks all over. “Love is a fire that burns without being seen”, but sometimes it's way too visible in the remnants of a night well spent. Photography by Jamie Nelson. Styling by Karen Levitt. Hair by Dimitris Giannetos. Makeup by Lottie.
*Translated from the original article from Vogue Portugal's Love issue, published in December 2020.
Full credits and story on the print issue.