Stretched out on discarded, sagging mattresses, Ksenia Lytvynova transforms the derelict space.
Bathed in the languid, amber-coloured light seeping through the grimy windows, her skin catches the specks of dust dancing in the heavy air and glows like alabaster amidst the ashes.
She is the sudden, pulsating heartbeat of the room.
Every contour of her form defies the entropy around her, a living muse whose quiet grace breathes warmth into the cold of abandonment and transforms a shabby old shell into a sanctuary of raw, living art.

Captured masterfully by Rémi Martinez.