Are you not weary,
O desert dust witches?
I cannot see who waltzes with you
In close embrace.
But your lips meet hotly in kisses, your hair is disheveled, your ribbons are flying, your skirts are in tatters.
The music you dance to it comes from fiddles bewitched.
Dance of the Dust Witches, by William H. Simpson.
Images TONY TRAN
Style SAYURI BLOOM
Images TONY TRAN
Style SAYURI BLOOM
Model GIGI JEON
Hair RICHARD PHILLIPART
Makeup AUGUSTINA VALIAUGAITE
Manicure TEODORA BUDIMIR