Two tales

She's a ghost wafting silently through the abandoned house, all you can hear is the sound of the wind fluttering the curtains, a sigh barely discernible. Who was she, you wonder? Who did she dream and yearn for that she is still anchored fast to the earth?

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She utters no sound, only the hard and fast breath escapes her lips as she runs with all her strength down the path between the trees, hands clenched into fists. The gravel crunches beneath her feet and the wood is still, listening.

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Two very different images – except for the obvious fact the models have their backs to the camera – yet they both evoke mystery: one ethereal (clothed in Armani), the other earthy and completely filling the present moment.

I have had these tearsheets for years, but I have always loved the way the images completely draw me into their worlds, and make me wonder about the story within.

Picture credits: (top) William Garrett; (bottom) unknown.