top of page

VESPER BLOOM

Like the night, the premise is this: Black is the canvas.
It could be a starry night with sparkle.
It could have a lunar night when white accents break apart the sombre tone.
The knight of the night is cheeky, with secrets unfolding as time elapses, and the knight winks as everything disappears into oblivion, tempting the night-crawlers to slurp noodles faster, apply lipstick quicker and drink harder.
Post sunset, when vespertine approaches, the knight takes the visual imagery into a landscape of noir magic.
Decrepit surroundings, wilting flowers, the sepia state of mind and the yearning for innocence... They all intertwine to make room for a different kind of bloom.
Every action is supported by something white, because to enjoy the night, we all need a source of light.

bottom of page