The studio wasn't just industrial, it was downright aggressively so.
Peeling paint clung to the rough walls, wires snaked out of rusted pipes, and there was a permanent smell of damp concrete and something metallic in the air—perhaps the ghosts of old machines.
But it was precisely this grimy image that was chosen as the backdrop for our high-profile editorial.

The moment Laure entered the scene, the room was transformed.
Her radiant, flawless skin became the focal point against the backdrop of rough textures.
It was a study in contrasts: Laure's languid grace against a backdrop of raw neglect, her flowing movements contrasting with the rigidity of the inventory, which had long since seen better days.

Black and white was the only choice; it removed the color and forced the eye to focus solely on form, texture, light, and the palpable tension between progressive seduction and strength.
The click of the shutter was the only steady rhythm, each frame capturing not only a pose but also an instinctive elegance born of the rawness of the surroundings.
In this shabby, forgotten space, a profound beauty emerged, proving that art often thrives most where the world least expects it.

Captured masterfully by Benedikt Ernst.