imogen, the subject of my film project Her Sacred Heart, about a girl who overnight develops an enormous bruise that continuously weeps sweet-smelling, honey-like liquid
sometimes love means giving ur man a fag while he’s gazing off into the middle distance in his pants. the thing in nikolai’s hand is meant to be those worry beads he has, made out of molten lighters.
so frustratingly i can’t find the original photographer of the pic i used as a reference for the poses but it’s this image. looks like a fashion or gay interest magazine, probably…