It was an Italian summer and I was in love with Mariana’s boyfriend, but I couldn’t help but find her beautiful. At the tender age of 17, she was delicate, yet so lived in.
A dancer since birth, she loved getting high by the beach of her hometown village where everybody knew her name. The kind of girl that enjoyed dressing herself with the desiring stares of the men that passed her by. Italian youth at its peek.
♢
♢
♢
Bitonto, Italy
June, 2015
♢
♢
♢
All content posted is my own