Boys by Girls - Escapism

My tears hide behind the well of melancholy
Too shy to came out to review their nature
Too shy to dance the stumbling dance down my face.
My tears hide behind the well of melancholy
They would rather stay in me forever, than descend from my eyes
Only to end up drying on my face, my skin, my leather.
- The feeling between home and childhood trance, Kaleo Sansaa

Longing desperation. Imminent desire. Overwhelming anxiety. The flux of human emotion is confounding. Urgently removed from it’s sensitivity, one becomes isolated. Alexander Bardou, detached.

"When I'm all by myself, surrounded by silence, with my eyes closed - only then can I be with you.”

Düsseldorf based photographer Lisa Jureczko encapsulates Alexander in his solitude. Clean. Pure. Prickling skin under the amounting pressures and fears of the every day. Withdrawn and reflective, he is untouchable here, and it’s where he can reconcile with his inner demons. Delicate pigmentations mark his angelic skin, otherwise pale and as soft as air. 

Love and hate hold hands. They harass and caress one another, a fine veil laid between them, which they push and prod mercilessly. They’re not lucid, so you can’t walk away, they will follow you wherever you go. A lifetime spent stabilising these wicked tormentors causing commotion within, only to find it’s not entirely possible. 

Eyes are shut, breathing is stifled, you are not yourself, not in control. Cradled in the disconcerting emotions, this once foreign space begins to feel familiar. The allure of human contact outside your own begins to surface again and shallow breaths deepen and slow. It’s easy to drift away from the bitter taste of life, removed from the pain and sin, the weightlessness is addictive.

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Images taken from Boys by Girls, shot by Lisa Jureczko
Poem by Kaleo Sansaa.
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