The space between signal and silence.
The glow of your phone, on your face at 3am.
The soft buzz of a modem that no longer exists.
The static of a message on delivered.
Longing stretches beyond you, through cables and wires, going somewhere else completely.
Your body becomes another frequency, losing tangible qualities.
What are you but 000’s and 1111’s?
You contract into the smallest proof of presence.
A message.
A photo.
A dim sound on the other side.
But still, between the margins, intimacy survives.
Coded into the noise.
Creative Direction, Photography, Styling, & Words by Evan Skovronsky
Production Design by Iyerlie Feist
Assisted by Carley Fernandez
Talent by Cameron Notary