Kadri Vahersalu in “Horror” by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello for Numéro China, 12/15
Photographer: Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello. Model(s): Kadri Vahersalu. Source: Numéro China. Stylist: Samuel Francois. Makeup: Lottie. Hair: Romina Manenti.
Posted Dec 19, 2015
Kadri Vahersalu happens on a new state of play in “Horror” shot by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello for Numéro China, 12/15. This story taps into the act of twisted intention, with somber silhouettes that push illusory limits. Stylist, Samuel Francois, finds the fluid nature of fashion through the wickedness of wears. A trio of temptation pops off the page as each design captures the intensity of color. Sleek fabrics feel their way, as unique details take forward dressing to another level. Riding the lines of the body, underwear becomes outerwear as all things on the inside make their way out. The eyes of tomorrow have arrived, as Lottie shows us the new face of the future. Naked makeup redefines the art of allure, as Glamour Vamps and gorgeous glows. Seeing ahead, the orbital area gets a nude view as powder settles over the skin, leaving a maquillage of Winter white. Enticing eyes bring us into the mix with brows bleached to almost extinction. Reaching the finale – faux blood takes a bite out of beauty, as lips match with a single tear bleeding down the face. Red ends with revolt, leaving teeth covered in a harrowing hue as drama hints at a delicious twist. Hairstylist, Romina Manenti, redefines the dew with conceptual strands that sync with the theme. In one of the most prophetic pictures of the series, Kadri pokes her head through plastic, while just the lower-half of her hair sticks out from behind…
Truth is a tagline I use to ignite the axiom of invention that hides in plain site. On a dark, lonely night I’m looking for more only to find the truth at my door. Words sync up soundly like patterns that pine, while pictures they work on a distant divine. A panic attack makes waves from the start, as this story taps into the tenderest of parts. Rhythms of sadness seek to weaken my soul by telling facts that life can’t control. The aching of madness the tortures of time, sink down so slowly like an indolent rhyme. The beckoning of beauty the decadence of say, the sanguine of sadness the art of display. I reach out for comfort and get only pain – for what I will seek is what I will gain. Poetic Prose – Tanyajo