streets emptied, conversations faded into the distance, and all that remained was the sound of water meeting concrete. for a moment, it felt like the world had paused just enough for me and 𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖫𝖤𝖲 magz.
left the familiar city behind and followed the road to somewhere unknown. i really didn't know what to expect, and the fog gave every picture its own eerie little story.
up close, it’s all in the details of mcm: the texture, the pattern, the way it just sits right in my hands. then i switch it up, throw it over my shoulder, and suddenly it’s a whole different genre.