click : languor.
I took these photographs in a room which is, to me, kinda special. While a bedroom should be a resting place, thereof is a tiring one, especially thanks to this miror that always gives the impress to reflect jaded sheets, hanging legs and arms full of languor only. But suddenly, the breath becomes a deaf music that rythm a slow dance almost immobile and where the weary members stir the air in a last falling movement. Endless cycle. Lift the flightless bird up.