Deep in the night out at sea. She dreams in her cabin aboard her ship, letting memories twist like the warm winds through her mind. The ship’s swaying carries her gently across romantic aquatic landscapes of her soul. The cabin smells rich, of spice and tobacco and the essence of life at sea. The air is thick and mesmerizing. She dreams of the sun.
Her lanterns rock with the ship, its shifting shadows awaking the seafarer’s fantasy. She longs to dance in a desert, much like the sea she is on now. A desert where an ocean used to be, and where the coral grows wild like sage brush in the baking sands. She hears the hypnotic tempo of the desert spanning the distance between her and it and she longs for it like one longs for a lover.
But what use is longing, she thinks. I should not suffer for love of the desert when I am perfectly at home out at sea. Sounds of her crew seep in the space under her door and she senses their moving about. They sing quietly in the morning hours and speak amongst themselves of beaches which hold secrets, lands of beauty and long journeys past. They too long to be where they are not. Her cabin is swirling with smoke and salty mist. She dreams of the scent fresh roses.
The captain breathes in deeply. She is present as she feels the sun contemplating waking the sleeping world. The sweet perfume of her imagination melting with the fading night.
Her feet touch the ground. She speaks into the morning nothing, awakening and singing her oceanic song. Another lonely night in the captain’s quarters.
PHOTOGRAPHY by Malte Pietschmann (maltepietschmann.com)
HAIR & MAKE-UP by Theo Schnuerer @ Blossom Berlin (theoschnuerer.de)
STYLING by Miss Nicole @ Fraulein Kink (frauleinkink.com)
PHOTO-ASSISTANCE by Jonas Harmsen