Here we are again. The hounding haze of another late morning leaks between the cracks in the wilting wood shutters; washing sullen skin whilst braising sunken eyes as the summer sun beckons through arrogantly. The galling glare from the face on the wall leaves little time for woeful sighs for his hands never cease to strike. Clothes and lost concerns dress the floor beneath; a symphony of styles from times past, present, and years to come. Captured by photographer Flavia Danielle, model Diego Cartebetti is his own composer, playing each day by the rhyming chimes calling from the clockwork.
Empty eyes eclipse, laundering the lithe of light locked inside Diego’s mind. Even in a solemn state of ashen absence, his pensive presence is unquestionable. Upon the threads of floral fabric or the tread of the terracotta tiles paving the ground, his poise is a union of apathy and cool contentment. As the clocks tick by, the inevitable dawns nearer - the viscous air outside awaits. Opening the gates beyond our barricades leaves us susceptible to infiltrates; the walls between our fingerprint hold the secrets to our identity. For some, it's not through words, but through their willingness to wear their soul on their sleeves.
Diego’s diffident introversion stands in matrimony with his majestic extraverted aesthetic. Stylist Nicole Oike pays homage to this, plating Diego in layers of animated amour; never too little or too much - just enough to keep his core concealed. As the counter-current flows, a reminiscent 1990s nuance resurges, turning back the clock while remaining very much in present. The late nights arrive too early, and the future continues to recede. But for Diego, the test of time is clear. Another day, another dive; learning to look back, but not stare.