Photography by Caro Campobello
Too late
And again me surrounds
This feeling
I know it so well
My thoughts
Weaving the day
Uplightnings
Of short episodes
All making sense
The feeling
So fragile and thin
Stays under the surface
So frightening
It hides from me
In all time
In having too much
In the beginning of days
In my exhaustion
In everything I missed
In the city’s movement
In some shadows
In quiet
It hides from me
But I discover
I know it is hiding
Not liking to find it
The hideout around
Not wanting to notice
What is there in mind
Not wanting to notice
It is trying to hide
But I found and find
What I did not look for
Now it finally arrives
I turn away
Then intensely
Controlling my brain
Not to search
Not to find
Not to lose
Not my mind
So I run to escape
As part of the game
Too late.
Already insane
Model / text by Felix @ Izaio Model Management
It was my first week in the city. We met on the dance floor, and I couldn’t stand so much beauty.
Two days after, we randomly bumped on the street, big city, big chaos, destiny.
We went to pervert, back to the dance floor, back to the start. Our bodies connected by sounds, the same frequency, the feeling of already knowing each other, as if we met before.
We shot under the concept of insanity and freedom, as he was dressed as a clinic patient.
One night he quietly disappeared for a while, and I found him in a corner, writing a text while watching people dancing.
Some hours later, we did a video to record the text. When getting all the material together, I realized the first photos we shot talked exactly his words.
Destiny again.
– Caro