When the photographers were first given the task to recreate Eugenious’s dark twisted fantasy, his request triggered intrigue, enthusiasm and questions.
The models chosen for this assignments were a mixture of nude alternative and tattooed beauties and models who seemed to be unsullied and pristine.
We get this disturbing illusion to see beyond skins, to have a glimpse of spirits, to fulfil demigods. The models are suddenly very ancient souls. Are they evil, or simply beyond our mortal knowledge? We can’t state, but the atmosphere is intrusive. Their bodies are vulnerable, yet we’re the individuals who are stripped, uncomfortable. Just like at a very witty and hair-raising fiction