The light fell gently through the windowless openings of the abandoned bus and scattered like gold dust on a forgotten treasure across the rusted metal.
Petra stood barefoot on the peeling floor, her breath visible in the cool air of the old industrial site.
She wasn't thinking about the camera or the glossy magazine she would be featured in—she was thinking about time.

The bus had once carried workers, dreamers, perhaps even lovers through the rugged streets of the city.
Now it was a skeleton, hollowed out by decay, but still possessing the stubborn grace of something that had once been important.
As Giacchi took a shot through a missing window, Petra leaned into the light, her seductive pose mirroring the quiet resilience of the bus.

Her soft curves echoed the swelling rust, her skin a vibrant counterpoint to the monochrome of the industrial backdrop.
In that moment, the contrast between bare skin and corroded steel became a dialogue between endurance and what remains when everything else fades away.
Later, as they packed up, the smell of iron and rain still clung to her, reminding her that art is never just about the captured image, but about the spaces and silences it inhabits - about how even rust can shimmer when someone dares to see it anew.

Captured with ease by Giachi DellErba.