
The styling in this image acts as a limiter—a capping force. Black gloves and heels cut the limbs deliberately, framing the body and pulling the eye inward toward the feminine form sheathed in pleats. Contrast converges at the face, where pattern encircles a ghastly beauty.
I shot Morgan on a cloudy morning in a set of true 1920 apartments. Navigating corridors and stairwells with ornate architraves and millwork run thick with five layers of paint, details softened by time. I concluded that the series traces a decaying history and the deliberate, intentional forgetting within it.
