Occult Glamour let loose
Polina Pashko in full occult glamour, set loose in black tulle and velvet. A séance was laid on for veils drawn low and gloves to the elbow.
Sheer black against pale velvet, cold like a spell half cast, austere enough to raise the hair on the neck.
Every piece stripped back to shadow and ritual, avant garde to the bone.
That blank, half there stare sells the whole séance, somewhere past the reach of daylight.
