Flowers of the equinox and all the colors of a flaming morning in the last day of Summer. Photographed in Russian wasteland by Bogdan Shirokov.
Is it smoke? Is it fog? It’s scary and charming. I can barely breathe, maybe because of the height, maybe I’m tired. Rest. I’m going down to join him, I’m more healthy than you. Have you ever kissed someone on the edge of the abyss? A reportage by Martine Eshuis.