Change is the only constant, be it by the hands of industry or nature. The last frontier of our own flesh, not yet mechanized or fully understood, begs to metamorphose of it's own accord. Structural sketches of breath kept engine humming, running off alchemy and will more-so than any tangible fuel, propelling bodies so alien to this home. Water and dirt may have shaped us, but we are no longer of the Earth: so it will change, too.

Photography: Julia Comita
Makeup Artist: LaVonne  Beauty
Assistant: Atarah Atkinson
Producer: Numi Prasarn 

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