desmaquillada

The temptation in this story is not loud, but almost whispered - like a conversation in a dimly lit kitchen after a party, where shirts are left unbuttoned. There is no posing or staging here: the appeal lies in morning hair, still warm from sleep, and in a face without make-up, which for some reason seems the most beautiful. The music flows softly, like the light from a neon sign outside the window, and every word envelops you with a simple realisation: true magic is not in the outfit, but in the fact that even in everyday carelessness, you can be the centre of the universe.