A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east. A photographic series by Charlotte Tanguy.
This is my skin. This is not your skin, yet you are still under it. A portraits series shot by Elise Toide.