Two hours we spent in a smoky motel room with a camera & effortless conversation. I never imagine what magic we would create. At ease with a stranger, now someone I call friend, Adam Taylor. Brilliance behind the lens. Top level. Unearthly soul with a mesmerizing mind. Caught in his captivated web, a tale of bewitching beauty. Each image haunts a mood of a time before us. Mind wandering thoughts of the life this dress once lived before finding me. I can still smell her perfume. And, a grainy texture of passion and limitless love still lingers, woven deeply in the chiffon fabric. Boundless spirits, a time of innocence becomes experience. Cigarette souls. The space between now & then. A age of becoming. A belief of something more... all because of a dress. Would you believe the owner before me... her name was Rose.
Keep dreaming Foxes.
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Adam Taylor the brilliant mind behind the lens. It was a perfect collision working with you. And I hope to do it again. Thanks for returning life back to this dress once worn by Rose.