Two colors meet as the day fades.
The cyan of dusk, cooling the skin, stripping it of its light.
Lucie’s red hair, almost crimson, rekindling everything the evening tries to put out.
Opposites. That’s exactly why they attract.
This dialogue, you can spend hours recreating it in an image. That evening, it came together without me. I only had to hold on to it, before it faded with the day.








