A futuristic megalopolis is hard to make an escape from, alone. Each street is a dead end or roadblock. The thick dead heat is a passenger with you. The sprawling buildings carelessly crushed on top of each other. The mismatched architecture jutting in all directions, blocking any chance for wind or a glimpse of sunlight, even though it's the end of summer.
But finally, after years of planning and waiting, the perfectly calculated moment presents itself, a pinhole of light in the mundane that has been presented by dystopian overlords. There's only enough time for one bag for the essentials. Quick but committed choices are made and then the bag is zipped.
Before the thought of the fuel running out or the chance to pray that the safety features work, they crash land into a lush green environment. It's not foreign to them, just forgotten. They dish out their provided, matching, war-worn uniforms.
Moments ago, water only had ever existed in bottle form, slowly rationed out. It is now vastly presented in front of them. Shimmering large bodies of water reflecting off of the fabrics. Where they once blended in, they now stand out.
The escapees stand there and breathe in the clean cool air, two holographic bookends to their new environment. It feels like home, even if it’s only for the weekend—work is still at 9am sharp on Monday.
PHOTOGRAPHY COREY OLSEN | STYLING IAN BRADLEY | ART DIRECTION ISABEL ASHA PENZLIEN | PRODUCER SHAY JOHNSON | HAIR & MAKEUP PETER MATTELIANO | TALENT KRISTIAN & WILLIAM AT MSA | PHOTOGRAPHY ASSISTANTS TIM MAHONEY & TODD MIDLER | STYLING ASSISTANT LUCY BERMUDEZ,