A single frame. A moment frozen in time. An endless day waiting for someone that never shows up. And here we stay, with the urge to leave but without the will to depart, like the time that seems to bleed into hours, minutes, seconds of well-enjoyed inertia.
A single frame. A moment frozen in time. An endless day waiting for someone that never shows up. As if it were a play by Samuel Beckett, it seems like we are waiting for Godot, but everything implies he is coming. And here we stay, with the urge to leave but without the will to depart, like the time that seems to bleed into hours, minutes, seconds of well-enjoyed inertia. We can’t tell if we have stopped time, or if we are stopped in time, but he can depart, we’ll stay put. Amusing ourselves with the quietness of the moment. Photography by Jakov Baricic. Styling by Ksenia Proskuryakova.
Originally published in the Time issue of Vogue Portugal, from December/January 2021/2022. Full credits and story on the print version.
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