hififnk, Oak+ Fort, Uniqlo x Lemaire
trying to love you more, you taught me to kiss the crook of my thumb and index because in it, I found a soul in the shape of a broken
habit, one that learns and unlearns habituating, learning itself.
Look at you, a little poem,
wondering why the
blue was so wide,
and your flesh even wider.
Nathan gave me this poem- part of a larger poem he wrote, near the end of our photoshoot, just several days after Ren Hang passed. Looking through these photos, he was unquestionably on our minds that day, lingering on the edges of all we went after.