Six am. Dark sky. Windows without curtains. Tall, big, empty buildings. Hopelessness, despair, lost, confused. Memories. Memories that haunt. Eyes shut. All BLACK.
Six pm. Bright sky. Windows emitting light. Tall, crowded, buildings. Hope, calmness, inspiration, dreams. Memories. Memories that bring smiles. Eyes open. It's all WHITE But we aren't black, we aren't white. We are the numerous shades in between- always trying to balance the proportion of both the colours.
Top: Zara Jeans: Lee Footwear: Westside