Blur

Raindrops follow, one after the other, in a race to the bottom to meet the man on the road. He’s draped in sharp lines and brisk blacks. A mid-length harness around his waist fights to keep it all under control. A knight or a nobleman? Maybe both. His hair falls to the side, raindrops swing from the bottom of his coat. Despite the sky and all its cries, the day must go on.

As Matt makes his way through, Zuzanna Blur focuses her scope. Silently observing. All that remains evasive to the naked gaze. Refractions of light break apart, splitting everything they cross. They dance on fresh glass and spin past every surface they can grasp. Along the way, they meet Matt and engage in a delicate exchange of back and forth. Silencing the self to discover the unknown, silence becomes one with the whole. Walking on, the destination is a mirage in the distance; where will he rest tonight?

Styled attentively by Bart Pacult, there is a conversation that can’t be expressed by words alone. Issey Miyake greens express a different voice than Burberry brown hues. Pieces of a man collide every time the light reflects a hidden thought. Each step a choice into the future. Millisecond smiles and other tiny, flickering emotions. Feelings of despair flash only to be forgotten by the sense of pride that comes from clear focus. Brittle winds sweep across the landscape as the path deepens. Forwards to the light or return to the comforting gloom? On the way down, the ground becomes a memory so foreign, but this light remains an echo of all the questions we once held.