04/06/2026
THE RICKETY RED DOLL
Dancing and prancing through corridors smelling of dust, roses, and rain, She walks in ribbons of red.
Her skirt swings like a prayer bell, her heels echo through abandoned halls, while black balloons drag behind her like memories refusing burial.
Somewhere between innocence and ruin, she laughs softly- red sleeves glowing like firework smoke, turning every shadow into theatre.
Tonight, the circus belongs to her.
My little red rickety doll, dancing & prancing through the ruins, with a porcelain face and a cracked smile after all..
CREDITS:
Model:
Photography:
Ass. .notorious
Styling & Creative Direction:
Hair & Makeup:
Asst. .go11
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