sheetThe night starts all glitz and gold-tinted glasses. Each girl is a pristine protagonist revelling in her perfection. But then, night ends and the sun hasn’t yet risen. In these in between hours, something darker comes forward from the shadows. Life stops. Goals shift. You stop caring about being about naughty or nice. The realisation hits: you’re not going to live this life twice. To feel the simplicity of being yourself. Not for him, …
After Hours, a photo essay about our shadow selves
