English Version | Beauty Trends: Smokes and Shadows

In the haze of cigarette smoke, where time stands still, we armor ourselves—not to fight but to captivate, to conceal, to reveal only what we choose. Knights in armor hide under eyeliner, lights are low, and the night takes us high. I’m living dead, only alive when I pretend. Yet even then, in my lover’s arms, nothing’s gonna hurt me.

Knights in Armor

At the stake, we don't fight the flames, are you born in vain if you die a savior? As winter comes, bestow upon yourself an armor that is far more powerful than shields or steel. They say she had kind eyes, that’s why she hid them behind the dark smoke of kohl and pigment. Don't stop, until mascara is on the dancefloor. 

Living Dead

Every day we feel the same, stuck, with the feeling things can never change. Stop waiting for your life to start, and push yourself out of that permanent square one you’re stuck. Conceal the lack of sleep, and brighten the eyes, for a look that goes from living dead to being alive. 

Cigarettes after Sex

I wanted you with real love, wanted it sweet, so pure and so warm. Be you intoxicating, alluring, a puff of smoke that feels like fresh air within my lungs. You are my ultimate addiction, my everyday desire. The warmth in my soul amidst the cold winter months. So get in the waves, swim in your leather. I always will make it feel like you were the last one.

Translated from the original in Vogues Portugal’s “The Mystery Issue” Issue, published October 2024. Full stories and credits in the print issue.