Crystal Eyes

Wednesday, February 24, 2016


Photos by Henry Peh, Editing by Manda Olivia
Lost in skies of powdered gold, caught in clouds of silver ropes. Showered by the empty hope as I tumble down, falling fast to the ground. I know I'll wither so peel away the bark, because nothing grows when it is dark. In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear. Cover your crystal eyes and feel the tones that tremble down your spine. Cover your crystal eyes, and let your colours bleed and blend with mine.

Some fav. shots from Sunday's shoot. I imagine us running through woods and doing Pocahontas shit.