Heaving heavy. Swaying gently.
A melancholy note swelling.
Touched by someone you barely remember.
Soft, loud, soft.
Hold then repeat.
Female instincts lead you intently to the place you forgot.
A woman breathing acting on impulse.
To know is one thing to feel is another.
A crescendo heightens but I won’t think of you.
Spinning until you fall but there you will find balance.
A sleeve flutters delicately when you reach but there is no mistaken strength.

 

Direction & Words by Nicole Steriovski | Director of Photography by Jenna Saraco | Artist & Dancer Nana Yaa | Music a collaboration with Mathew Davidson & Nana Yaa | Location 99Scott | Wardrobe by Aurora Vestita