• Nubivagant - Wandering through the clouds

    2 days ago - By C-Heads Magazine

    Words by Murielle Müller - muriellemueller.com photography by Marina Reich - nubivagant
    ‘ciel', she said, that's what the french call it, the ceiling of mother earth - she looked up.
    it was incredibly white from the red, the blue, the yellow; white as the sum of the spectrum, white as the desolation of something terminated. they were laying in a field of weeds, caressed by the blades of grass that were whistling away old secrets.
    they were nowhere near lost and even further from found.
    their only source of warmth was a petite roll-up cigarette, the smallest spark hardly staying lit in the...
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