04/18/2019
Maximus Visual Artistry
https://www.facebook.com/maximusvisualartistry
The flowers were red, maybe from the blood I shed fighting for this, they were watered with my tears and pulsate with my heart. They were red and hot with my passion, with the fire of my longing to keep you forever. The red ferocity of hate and lust and the thin line between. The insane jealousy, and the furtive fury at spending a second of existence without you.
They were red like roses, beautiful fragrant things that make you grab them only to be greeted by the ugly searing pain of the thorns they hide, and maybe all the blood and stifled expectations that accompanied the scarlet beauty of the flowers fed them, made them the most beautiful flower in the world.
And maybe that’s why my flowers were red, not in salute to the flower but in respect of the thorns, and the blood they tore from me. The beauty of our love and the pain that highlighted it.-Max
This series was years in the making, I Just wasn’t inspired to spend the hours crafting the dresses 👗 but a surplus of models and shoots I adhore, reminds me of love, I’ve always been madly in love with with love, and infatuated with tragedy. A counterintuitive coupling but it works for me usually. That’s a whole different poem however.
Model: @kittenlebow
MUA: @kahliimorrison_mua the White freckle queen 👑